I think I’ve mentioned before that I tend to find myself attached to my hobbies in cycles.  One week, or month, I may find myself all about cross stitch.  And then I’ll start obsessively knitting a sock.  In the good old days before Baby Man came along, I would also obsess about Tarot or other “magical” studies.  Now I just don’t have the mental energy or ability to concentrate on those sorts of things.  I’ve got a lingering case of baby brain brought on by not quite enough sleep and trying to keep up with the boundless energy of a…