The Trail is Still Warm

A cursory tour of the facilities this morning revealed to me that you can tell everywhere I've been in the last few days:

The keyboard on my desk

My knitting chair in the Living Room

The Upstairs Book Nook

My Nightstand

It's as though I've been on some Yarn Bender, and awakened groggy, disoriented, and surrounded by the empties.  Everywhere I look, there is evidence of my debauchery.

I'm okay though.  They tell me the first step is admitting you are powerless over Yarn.