Any spare time I have had in the evenings this past week I've been knitting. Like a man possessed and obssessed. I'm 95% finished on the secret gift project, all I have to do is sew up a couple of seams and it's done. Doneski. Com-pleted. Maybe it's the feeling of finishing something that's the lure.
The problem with starting a few things at once is that you can feel like you knit and knit and frigging knit forever, and the finish line gets no closer. Now I'm a bit of a process knitter it's true, I actually enjoy the journey as much as the destination, but even still it's encouraging to see that the end is nigh. The sprint to the finish.