I wonder. Why is it that the neatness and organizational level of my knitting bag increases in direct proportion to the quickly upcoming deadline for a *knit-for-hire* that I abhor and wish I had said no to? The same can be said of the mountains of laundry folded, vacuuming, dishes done, and showers sparkling. Now for the next four days I will knit my fingers to the bloody bone trying to make up for the time I wasted doing chores and organizing. Mind you, if I were working on the Koigu socks that my hands are itching to have on the needles, my family would be raking through dirty laundry in the vain hope of finding just one pair of undies they can turn inside out. I mean! What is with that?