I've noticed a curious thing- when I have a limited time available for knitting, say ten minutes until it's time to leave for work, I find myself attending to and savoring each individual stitch. I'm more aware of the color, loft and softness of the yarn as it slips through my fingers, and feel a general sense of serenity. On the other hand, on a Saturday, when I have the whole of the day stretching before me to knit each passing hour if I choose, I find my mind drawn to all the things I "should" be doing: I should be mowing the lawn, should be doing the laundry, should be doing a thousand other things. So rather than easing into the sheer pleasure of the knitting, I'm sitting there mentally "shoulding" on myself. But give me just ten minutes to knit a few stitches before heading out the door, and those are the sweetest stitches.