Knitting, Knitting, Knitting

Here I sit at the computer, trolling the knitting world. As I was admiring some recycled silk yarn, August walked into the room. He let out a yell, and said "Knitting, knitting, knitting. Is that all you think about? I always find you here, looking at knitting."

The dirty dishes in the sink, and the piles of laundry may prove that he is indeed correct.