OCD Knitting

Lately all I want to do is knit. I daydream about it while driving, while sweeping, while biking into town. Any moment that I can actually sit down and pick up the yarn is a vacation, an oasis, a hit. It's compelling the way magic must be. You look some yarn in the eye and say, "Abracadabra, be a hat!" And then it pretty much happens, even if you do have to rip it all out and start over a few times first.

Apparently I'm not alone in this addiction, judging by the products available from Knitters' Anonymous. Or the fact that such a group exists.