I didn't knit today.

I didn't knit, or weave, or work on my toothbrush rug.  I didn't touch fiber in a creative way, at all.  Not even once.

What the ^&*( was I thinking?!

Now it's midnight, and I'm downright squirrelly, digging around deep in the depths of pinterest for pictures of yarn, like a teenage boy searching for porn.  ooohhh, ahhh, is that an antique walking wheel?  what kind of fiber is she spinning?  how on earth do you draft out that far?  quick, google "how to draft fiber" ...   yeah, baby.  

I'll be making time for my art tomorrow, that's for sure.  This yarny stuff, it feeds my soul.