I am not right in the head

Last night I got a massage. Me, being massaged all over for a full hour by Millie, the wonderful massage therapist that I’ve been going to for many years. And then, when I least expect it, out of the blue this thought creeps into my head “I could me knitting right now.”

I know! I must be nuts! I would rather knit than get a massage? Why did I even expend the energy to think that? And then even more energy wondering why I did, and why can’t I just stop thinking about knitting for one single hour?

You should have seen Ron’s face when I told him. I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. Probably a lot like the face you made a few moments ago.