Oh, yes! My UFO's keep jumping into my brain. Occasionally I get them out, try to reorganize and decide what to finish next. Then a family member wants me to sew or alter something, or our retirement facility begs for objects to sell. So, the UFO's are resting, (but shouting my name,) in plastic bins.
And, then, there is my stash! I keep trying to use it up, but I think it is having babies so I never reduce it very much!