Cabin Fever or Cabin Ferver

Ok, I know I am stretching with the attempt at a catchy title, but crazy winter weather has completely socked the DFW metroplex. Temperatures in the single digits ( for a minute) and then in the teens, turned rain into sleet and ice.  But then you know that, as the weather folk are saturating the whole nation with reports of the uber crazy winter weather.  It's almost like "weather porn" as my witty neighbor, Marta, quipped.  Then last night, these brilliant professionals "oop-ed" again and forecast a dusting of snow.  Uh huh, woke up to 5" here.  Trinket had a blast plowing her way through the back yard before dawn.  Yes, dawn, I sleep maybe six hours and then hit it. 
The "fervor" part of the title refers more to me than the silly weather folk.  I have loved being here with no interruptions.  Have not left the house since Monday afternoon.  Well, one quick run out with daughter, Jen, to grab some prescriptions.  We just hit the drive-up window and then Starbucks.  I never got out of the car.  My children are worried I will break.  But I digress.
I have been in a creative blast:  dyeing rovings, mohair locks, silk, silk throwster, rovings again,

carding art batts,

planning funky art batts for upcoming Pluckyfluff workshop here in Dallas at the Shabby Sheep, and then allowing myself to sit down at the spinning wheel to whiz through some art yarns spun with kid mohair locks and sparkle.  My fave is black mohair merino top.  I have spun two strands and then am plying silver mohair locks into it.  Dreamy.   Got the shiny silver locks in my share from Fancy Fibers 2010 CSA.  
Oh, and I listen to books from Audible.com while I work.
Right now it is Wench, by Dolen Perkins-Valdez.  
Rivitting story of black slave mistresses and their secret lives.  The reader is superb.




Then at night I am reading a real paper book,
The Art of Racing the Rain, by Garth Stein.  Sweetest story told through a faithful dog's view.  I've had it in the queue for a couple of years.  Next up in real paper,  Penny Vencenzi's
No Angel.  Still deciding on the next audible book.  Maybe the new biography of Cleopatra.  Or for complete hilarity, maybe The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels - A Love Story, by Ree Drummond.  And, SHE reads it.  I could be stuck here for weeks and be completely entertained.