miracle

I find I am mostly attached to yarn these days.
I have been knitting at the courthouse, while walking downtown or home from work, at work in the break room, and for several hours at a time each day on the couch/in bed.
There is yarn in every room of my house (in the case of the bathroom it's drying roving) and in the pockets of my various coats and in my purses also.
When I close my eyes I see lace panels and cable patterns and I can't stoppppppp thinking of yarn.

I want to quit my job. Reverse that. I want to get fired.
I hate that place, I want to never have to go there again. I love my work friends and all, but I really, really, really hate my job.

I've got a webs catalog in the other room... Gotta go.