It always happens at this time of the year. I don't exactly know why- but maybe it's years of being conditioned to new beginnings in September. Not sure. All I know is, I am bored, and that can be a dangerous thing.
I have always maintained that the dangerous people in the world are the ones who have not much else to do, and that's when trouble usually starts. You notice it with teenagers and older people (of which I am neither). Kids who have summer jobs, or a community center, or some kind of interest aren't normally the ones in trouble. With retired people, they cut the grass 3 times a week, and poke their snout into the neighbors trough, where it has no business being. I mean, how much of "The Price Is Right" can a person endure before they go completely insane?
It's not that extreme for me. I always have something that I need or want to do. For example, I deep-cleaned the kitchen yesterday. Yes, cupboards, oven, drawers- now I can do some baking without having to move 20 things. Conditions have to be right before I can enjoy the process.
Say Tea's window to get my fix.
I have been knitting. Currently I am working on a Gnarled Oaks sweater. I originally spun this yarn for a shawl, but it's perfect for this pattern. So I spun up some more.