I regained the ground lost with my colossal screw-up last night. I would say more about it all, but this is the season of gift-making and I don't want to give too much away. The walls have ears, as it were.
At any rate, that project was humming along and gathering momentum, when I heard familiar footprints padding around the house. It was Will, home for the evening and hoping for a hot meal. I could hardly stay sequestered in the studio. So that was the end of sewing for tonight.
While we sat and talked, I did work on knitting. I've made decent progress with the Wallaby and am nearly to the point where the pouch pocket rejoins the sweater. That means there's still a depressingly long slog of stockinette to go, but I'm choosing not to think of that right now. Good progress--that's the story I plan to stick with.