It’s 1:30 a.m. and I just finished work for the day. (A last minute emergency has our whole project working crazy hours today or tomorrow…) As such, please forgive my potentially terse comments. I swear it’s all beautiful. But so is my bed, where I desperately would like to go lay my head.

Three beautiful things from the past week:

1. Rudi whistling in the shower.

2. New cheery (salmon, bright blue with pink sparkly flowers, seafoam, and pink argyle) kneesocks to wear with my (blue polka dot) galoshes. Rainy days are just so cheery in my world, and everyone seems to agree, since they almost universally comment on one or t’other.

3. The book I just finished included girls getting ready for a prom-themed dance. I am transported back to high school — junior year when, after I was rejected (kindly) by the guy I asked, Karen went to the movies with me and senior year when Grey Kitten and I danced the night away. Such good memories of such good friends.

Do you ever get into jags with your hobbies? Periods where you just spend hours and hours doing the same thing?

I’ve been on a reading kick recently and have been finishing books left and right. I get home from work and head to the bedroom to curl up with my latest novel. It’s not a bad thing (although Rudi might disagree), but it’s just odd.

Sometimes, I feel that way about knitting, too. I can feel a knitting jag off in the wings, waiting its turn. Right now, it’s just manifesting itself in a strong desire to wind yarn for upcoming projects, but I know that one day soon it’s going to elbow its way to the front and demand I pick up the needles and start casting things on.

How about you? Do you have obsessive relationships with your hobbies, too?