In between baby management and NASCAR, I got the second sleeve of my father-in-law's sweater grafted in. This just leaves some hemming, a crapload of end darning, and some buttons to sew on.
This was the Olympic goal I was worried about. I may make it.
And I'm up to the start of neck shaping on the front of my tank, so unless I break my hand between now and the end of the Olympics, I'm good.
Do gold medals come in chocolate?