Torment
I’ve revised my version of, well, not really hell, but definitely something that is full of angst and torment.
It’s working from home, on my couch, with my lap covered by a fleece blanket, staring at my sadly neglected spinning wheel across the way, and having most of the yarn in the house within eyeball range. There’s the very lightly washed Romney still hanging out over there by the windows on the drying racks, as I never did get around to putting it away, and the scarf I am working on is staring at me from the other end of the couch.
I never thought it would be a blessing to have to drive out to Redmond every day for work, but I’m beginning to wonder. Campus was closed today (the words “ice rink” were used in an email), and while I don’t have access to everything I need, I can get most things done.
But dude! So hard! Must. Resist. Temptation! *is tormented*