This is it. Today at least. My definition of hell.
A completely silent workplace.
No absolutely pressing tasks.
An astoundingly acute attack of ennui.
Being forced, by means outside my control, to stay for at least another hour.
A sock in my bag I could work on a little bit but you know what? If I do, someone is bound to catch me. It would just work out that way. I know it.
Just because I sit in a corner where there is no one else here today, at the far end of the floor, where NO ONE can see me unless they walk around my divider, doesn't mean I should take the risk of knitting at work.
Just a few rows though?
Maybe a stitch or two?
Nope. This is truly hell.
Bells
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