It's so late. I just got off the phone with my good friend Jennifer and I am so tired I want to just collapse on the couch and not bother to turn off any of the lights, wash my face, brush my teeth, or get in bed. But there is a part of me -- a teeny tiny and loudly screaming part -- that itching to knit. Knit up a storm. Finish all these projects and finish the now so I can plan my fall knitting.
It's been a long time since my fingers have craved knitting when my mind says no. This is a good sign the dry spell will soon be over.
But for now? Bed.