Time from a knitter's point of view

Last week, we had a bit of a storm situation - a strange one, since when we left our town north of Toronto on Tuesday morning, it was clear and dry, yet as we traveled to work (usually about a 40 minute drive), we endured a snow squall, car accidents and really just crappy driving. I texted my husband to see how his drive was (his was fine, he doesn't come as far south as I do, so he avoided the "streamer"). He asked how long it was taking us to get to work (My boss was driving, I was the passenger, and he knows I knit when I don't drive).

I said "about 3 inches of sock".

He said "so about 2 hours?"


He nailed it. He knows me so well...