I am knitting a blanket -- it is making me nuts (more!)

And as much as I really do want to stop, I don't think that I can. I've maintained a remarkable amount of monogamy on this go at this blanket. (Granted, the first blanket took a feat of skill that I CAN'T reproduce.) I did have a few little things on the side, but those are mostly gone by now. I even put the hat upstairs because, as long as this blanket is taking, the hat is moving about as slow. (I don't like that I've been knitting a hat for over a week.)

Now, I sit on my couch night after night, knitting squares like some obsessive freak. I'm almost done with number five out of nine. This will take a while longer. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stick to these little squares, though I bet it will be a while longer that I think it will be. I'm like an old married couple with this blanket. I may thing about knitting on other things, even dream about it, but I always go back to that blanket.

So, what's some of the other things that I'm thinking about knitting. (Oh no, my dream knitting is more entertaining than my actual knitting.) Well, thats's a funny story. I still need a new hat, but I like my hats to be quick fixes. I want to knit something for me with a shawl collar. I also want to knit myself a garter stitch yoke sweater with a placket opening. (Now there's a knitterly sentence, even half of them won't know what I mean.) I would like to knit some socks, not because I really want to, but because I need some. I feel like I should do something out of handspun. Any way that I can combine all of these?

Sorry this entry is so . . . ramble-y. I've spent all morning working on edits, and let's just say, it ain't pretty. I make a lot of mistakes and I tend to be kind of a wordy writer. We can't have that, so I must make my sentences flow a little bit more. I've seen more words than I've spoken today, and it is nothing short of a miracle that I can string a sentence, let alone a blog post together. Expect me to have shoddy posts with poor pictures, if any, for a while. My gammer will be worse, if even possible, and my spelling will be appalling as always. All my energy for proofreading goes there, not here, which is a shame, as this is guaranteed  to be published. Sigh, fish got to swim, knitter's got to knit, writers got to . . . edit.