I knew sooner or later I'd get into the knots, but I hadn't expected the craving to hit until my muzzle greyed and my eyes clouded. Better this way anyway; my hands aren't yet ravaged by arthritis and my eyesight is unclouded.
Perusing a crisp knot book on my shelf I fell upon the word "repertoire" triggering that old familiar tingling in my digits. Muscle memory guides all my knock-arounds; card-trick, Rubik's, juggling and uke.
Time to Knot.
