So let me set the stage. We have a home office where Hubby and I each have desks a few feet apart. He works from home, so he's in there all day long on the phone and working on his computer. When I work at my desktop PC in there, he talks to me ... frequently ... as in Will you look at this? Can you proofread this? What do you think of this? Hey, listen to this. And my favorite: How do you spell ...? He tells the kids that he married me because I could spell. :-) Sigh ... isn't that romantic?
But since my desktop PC has been running so slow and it's pretty old, Hubby got me a new MacBook laptop almost a month ago. And since there isn't a place for it in the office yet, we set it up on the kitchen counter island ... and I've camped there ever since. Here's my view ...
The first two weeks I was sitting in the kitchen, Hubby would call out to me from the office, "Are you ever coming back in here? I miss you." Then, "Can I ask you something?" or "Can I show you something?" or "Can you come in here?"
And last week, he came strolling into the kitchen and said, "I know what you're doing!" I was a little shocked and just looked at him. He continued, "You think I bother you too much so you're not working in the office anymore." I tried to reassure him that this was not the case, but when I told YD about this conversation, we just giggled.
I'm sure once we unplug the old PC and get it out of the office, I'll move back in there. I really miss my scanner and printer ... okay, and my Hubby! But for now, it's just me and the gentle humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen.