No, not because I have too much yarn. I do, but that's not the point.
And not because my wandering eye is now lusting after a drum carder. It is, but that's not the point either.
And not because I'm getting the house painted this summer and I'm looking for a newer car, not those reasons, either.
And not even because I felt a distinct sense of, eh, so what, when confronted with the extraordinary array of colors and yarn types at Halcyon Yarn a few days ago. That's true, but it's so not the point (although I'll try to remember that I'm satiated with yarn and fiber).
The real issue is that I just took Sophie, my 6-year-old black cat, to an orthopedic vet for a consultation. She's been limping off and on for over a year, particularly on her back left leg. Apparently, her knee joint is not well-constructed, such that the knee cap and associated tendons slip out of place easily. My vet and I have controlled this for the past year with glucosamine supplements, but she's getting worse. Hence, the visit to the specialist.
Sophie dear needs major surgery on her knee, to the tune of $1400 to $1700. Yikes! Now, I can well afford that, and Sophie is a lovely, healthy, affectionate cat in the prime of her life, so of course she'll get the surgery.
But I think I won't buy any more yarn or fiber or knitting-related books or patterns or whatever for a while. Maybe till Rhinebeck.
In the interim, let us enjoy the pretty cosmos, OK?