Huh? Seriously, this is a question; well, it’s an easy one. I can lose track of time:

• Reading
• Writing
• Knitting
• Crocheting
• Shopping for yarn or books
• All of the above

I can tell myself I’ll just finish this chapter before bed, and the next thing I know, the birds are singing good morning, and I’ve finished the entire book.

Sitting at my computer on a good day, when the migraine behaves and the flow powers on through my fingers, it’s like something takes over me. I forget where I am; the need to get the story out of my head is more powerful than anything else, and it won’t release its grip until the very last word is written.

Knitting or crocheting is so relaxing I easily fall into the pattern and stitch along by memory for hours on end.

And, I mean, I can’t be the only one who loses track of time after entering a book or yarn store. The choices are endless, the mental wish list one makes as they go through each aisle as they covet this title, or that one, oh no, this one too, or that alpaca yarn, and this merino silk wool, and this must-have bamboo cotton. It’s simply impossible to keep track of time; next thing you know, there’s an announcement blaring the closing of the store, and you could’ve sworn you just walked in!

When I tell my family I’m doing any of these activities, and if it’s as a planned girl’s day, they all look at me and say, OK, see you next week because they know my circle of friends and I all have the same penchants and known of us will remember to keep track of the clock.