No, not the Joe Orton play, but the generous birthday gift from my ILs:
Ahhh. The good stuff. I love Silky Wool.
(Tiny old dog tucked under table not included.)
I have no plan. In fact, I keep tucking everything back into the bag carefully, putting it away, and then opening it up again to look at it, which is its own reward. But it is definitely giving me the knitting urge, which in itself is a gift.