God, it's just so predictable it's ridiculous. Barely 24 hours after my last post and the plan has been cast by the wayside. Christmas arrangements have altered and people I didn't think I'd see on Christmas Day will now be there. Which is fabulous, of course, but also a complete disaster as far as the knitting schedule (as I laughingly refer to it) is concerned.
On the bright side, I've discovered one project is further along than I thought (a rare occasion when the tape measure is on my side for once) and another that's proving a faster knit than expected.
However, the cold harsh reality of futile ambition is now making itself known. I'm surrounded by WIPs, desperately juggling them on my sofa. I'm hopeless at just working on one until it's finished. For some reason I seem to think that if I keep rotating them all I'll manage to finish them all. Which is nonsense, obviously. The only advantage being that I'm varying the needle and yarn sizes I'm working with, so my wrists aren't killing me.
And now I have to venture out for a Christmas party, which will be lovely, although I'm mentally calculating how many knitting hours it's going to eat up (see what I mean about desperate?). Luckily I have just the thing for knitting on the tube journey over there.
So, it's the 21st - four days left. I'm edgy, but far from panicking (but don't worry, I'll get there).