I finished knitting the final sleeve of Passel Wednesday very late Wednesday night. I refused to go to bed until it was done even though my head was falling back on my chair between stitches on the bind-off row, luckily my stitches stayed on the needles, the needles remained firmly in my hands, only my head rolled around willy-nilly.
Of course that determination meant that I had nothing to knit at knitting group/class Thursday night. And since I didn't start looking for a project until about 5 minutes before departure, the odds of my successfully gathering the necessary tools to start something proved to be quite low. I had a few plans. There was yarn that I didn't feel like winding. There was a pattern for which I needed to buy yarn. I bought the yarn and discovered I had the wrong needle. Bummer.
Luckily there was a sock languishing in the bowels of my knitting bag. Summer is not sock knitting time for me, but now that there is a promise of crispness in the air, socks seem like a possibility again. At first I was reluctant, but now I am happily knitting away...hauling that sock around town today, sneaking a stitch here and there.
Still, I think I really need to make an effort to get those sleeves on the blocking board tomorrow....there are still ruffles to knit after all. Then, done with white, I can truly delve into color.