why cannot enjoy?

I was stirring my four-day old soup* when I had a startling revelation.

I was thinking about knitting (I don't actually know when this obsession began) - and I realise I don't knit as much as I think about knitting because I feel guilty. You see, knitting for me is pure pleasure; it's my time, it's about me, me me me me me me! And if I knit all the time, I'm enjoying myself too much. Then I think about how my time could be better served elsewhere.

I am such a sicko. Sigh... story of my life [the knitting one at least].

Put JB on the Jolly Jumper today, and he went crazy! Even did what we thought was an Irish jig. Sort of, a little bit... yeah, like whatever.

*Made chicken soup on Monday, and still eatingon Thursday cos my beloved's been out all this week. [sigh]