I cried for days when my nearby Hancock's closed. I design quilts during boring meetings at work. I get up in the middle of the night to sketch quilts I dreamed about. I genuflect whenever someone mentions Paducah. I stare at men's ties, and tile floors, and anything else that remotely resembles a possible quilt pattern. I live on this message board. Just another day in the life of a quilter. You are perfectly normal, my dear.