My yarn and I have been separated. It is somewhere on the back of a moving truck that has to drive 600 miles away from me before making the trip back to where I am. I find myself searching the internet for the nearest yarn store. I need to pet yarn. I need to hold yarn. I need to work the needles with the yarn and make something.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I did bring a knitting bag with me with 3 or 4 projects in it. Do I want to work on those projects? No. No, I do not. I want the yarn I packed up and turned over to the moving company. Now isn’t that typical?