I love sheep. (Obviously! I’m a knitter.) But I don’t like to count them. I have too much to do. Lately they are overtaking me unexpectedly, before I’m ready for them. They are jumping over that fence at the worst possible moments…Like when I have a deadline…Or in the middle of a cable row. I barely walk in the door from work and there they are. So lovely, and so awful at the same time.