I was reading about a mental condition called "hypergraphia" this morning, wondering if I have it. I don't think I have it. But I am beginning to suspect I have "hyperfeltedbagia". This condition sounds much worse to me. Mostly because wool yarn costs a whole lot more than a cheap notebook and a bic pen.

I just KNEW something was wrong with me! I am NOT a hypochondriac. I don't think. . . . Well, perhaps a little bit. Maybe. Possibly. Oh crap, I don't know. All I know is my fingers are itching to begin the next bag. (And I didn't even show you the red and purple one I finished the other day for my mother in law) I felt like it made me seem mentally deranged to be cranking these things out for no apparent reason.

Half of me is saying, "Somebody stop me!" And the other half is saying, "Get between me and my yarn and you'll be taking your life in your hands!"

Well, there could be 1 percent of me standing in the middle of these two extremes, cowering in abject terror. But we won't go THERE.

Because beyond that point, there be dragons....