My mother-in-law called today, to let me know there was a change of plan and they would be STAYING OVER SATURDAY NIGHT. Not just swinging through for a visit. THIS MEANS I HAVE TO FIND THE FLOOR OF THE OFFICE. [Heavy breathing here.] I knew this was a possibility, but I HAVE TO FIND THE FLOOR OF THE OFFICE.
And another thing.
I remember why I dislike knitted-on sleeves. (The ones where you pick up and knit down to the wrist.) But I'm finishing something!