There are a hundred things I would like to say this morning, but it isn't quite time to say them.

Till then, I do as I always do.  I knit.  I'll keep knitting the socks.  I'll keep working on the blanket.  

I'm not going to look at the pretty yarns sitting in the cookie jar. 

I won't cast an eye on the rich warm blue at my elbow.   

Not even to swatch.