out of sight, out of mind

You ready for my complaint du jour?

The husband, also known as the Walking Immune Response, has recently decided to have a coughing fit every time he enters our bedroom. Now, the bedroom is my domain (no, not in that way). I keep my current knitting projects in the bedroom as well as my computer and the best TV in the house. This is where I spend most of my spare time and it is only grudgingly that I occasionally descend to the kitchen or other points below. So when the husband develops an allergy to this room, my first thought is "Yippee! He'll have to move out and my room is all mine!"

But no. My yarn is banished instead. It's in the hall just outside the door for lack of a better home.

Now when I'm watching TV in bed I can't reach over and grab a project to keep my fingers amused. In order to knit while reading email I have to leave my desk and exit the room to find my work! As I'm sure you are able to understand, I am not accomplishing very much. After all, the knitting is more than four steps away, and I don't want to bring [gasp] animal fibres into the room when Mr. Wheezy is around.

The crocheted (acrylic) blankie, though, is in the home stretch. I'm on the first of two edging rows. Lacy (cotton) socks are somewhere in mid-foot. There is reasonable hope for both of them, especially on the cusp of a long weekend. There will be pictures soon. There will.