We have a sleeve. Only one, but it's better than no sleeve at all.
In fact, I'm suddenly so optimistic and motivated about this sweater, once the first sleeve was joined on yesterday afternoon, I went wild and cast on the second one. Then I did some knitting on it last night.
At this rate it'll be done by the end of November, which would be glorious.
Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection, which is typical of this time of year. When I lived in Hawaii, I missed the seasons. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Much better to visit for two weeks in October and run back to the warm weather. But nooooo. Here I sit, freezing my ass off. Actual winter will be a real treat, I'm sure.
Anyway. I'm already plotting costs and figures for all sorts of things next year, which is crazy because I've already got the yarn purchased and the first three projects lined up: the steek-along jacket (for me), the mitered sweater (for me), and the lace pullover (for me). Plus that baby surprise thing, lurking in the back of my mind. And the ongoing projects to finish, namely the blue and black norgi and the swirl afghan jacket. But I'm still flipping through color cards and catalogues and plotting the Fair Isle I want to enter in the state fair next year. (Yes, I'm a glutton for punishment.)
Oh, and the baby's still cute. You can't see it with the bib, but the shirt she's wearing says "I do all my own stunts." And that look on her face? That's the one that says "I am thinking of doing something horrible as soon as you go try to write something. Gimme another cookie."