A silvery stream of light dancing in through the bedroom window must have caught the eyelids and turned a roll-over into a wakeful state which led to going outdoors for a bit of moon gazing. Then, realizing it was not middle of night but that some neighbours were actually still up, it didn’t seem quite so odd to stay up myself and do some knitting. A stroll-through-stash scarf has been in mind and partially started but was waiting on more ‘material’ being chosen. Having done this (and isn’t it a delightful pursuit to peruse the wealth of wool and select) ten or eleven balls got dumped on the day bed and I started into knitting. Then wanted a drink of water. Then ‘strolled’ again to exchange a yellow for a Yellow (you know what I mean). Then couldn’t find one of my needles. Found it eventually in kitchen by the water jug, though why on earth I took one needle with me into kitchen while getting a drink of water remains a puzzle. Back to the knitting to discover those balls of wool were in a bit of a tangle. Hah! So it isn’t our fault when this happens after all. It is wool initiated. Have we not suspected as much. Now I didn’t actually see them cavorting. But it wasn’t simply my getting up and down from and to day bed that bounced the wool around: no, two of the yarns were actually intertwined! “Well, in a bit of a playful mood, are we?” I inquired as I sorted them into some sort of order again. My fingers were giggling.