Excuse the bland photo - I seem to live somewhere between fluorescent-ville and dark-snowstorm land when it comes to lighting these days, but I wanted you to see that I am working away at a matching Mall Hat.
So when the snow days happen, I do not get to sleep late - I still must be up at 5:30am to check the train schedules and, thus, walk the puppy (since my alarm and shuffling around wakes him too) and feed him and do all the stuff that someone has to do when the day begins so very early.
However.
On snow days, when I get to work from home, I allow myself to indulge in one of my greatest talents: my mad multi-tasking skills.
Yesterday, I replied to 78 emails. I fixed up someone else's sloppy PowerPoint presentation, edited preliminary department details on a project budget, listened to three conference calls and a venting coworker...all while knitknitknitting away on The Mall Hat.
I can't do that at the office. The others, those non-knitters, they don't understand the multi-tasking. They cannot grasp that a stitch, once mastered over the course of hundreds of thousands of repetitions, no longer distracts from other responsibilities. I can knit and watch TV, knit and participate in a deep and meaningful conversation (anything ranging from bereft boyfriend dilemmas to world politics). I can knit and read (YAY Kindle!). And I can certainly knit while working.
But it looks just wrong in my profession. I must appear wide-eyed and enraptured by Every Word. So never do I pick up the knitting on site. During long meetings, my hands hang forlorn and empty at my sides, or - if frantic for duty - they thrumb and pump on the keys of my Blackberry (an acceptable form of multitasking, since I still seem hard at work).
But when I work from home, no one can see me. They don't know or care that I'm barefoot, wearing my pajamas with a puppy in my lap and hands full of wool, sniffing the fresh bread baking away in the oven.
I like it that way.
Also, yesterday, we took little Doolin for his neutering. He came home with us none the worse for wear. The only real setback (as I see it) is that we can't bathe the dirty little snow-dog for a week.
Slush puppy!
However, someone's face and feet will be getting a sponge bath soon.
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