I got within 40 stitches of finishing the bind-off around the collar of my raglan sweater last night. I was so desperately tempted to stay up another half hour and finish, but my fiance was sighing, rolling his eyes, and complaining about how he was so tired. He could hardly keep his eyes open. What a baby!
So now, I'm at work and I cannot concentrate at all. I keep imagining those stitches, waiting at home for me. I can feel how difficult the bind-off is, how I'll have to push the tighter stitches off the needle carefully, making sure I don't drop any stitches. I like watching my very last ball of yarn slowly dwindle, and basking in the knowledge that I bought just the right amount (well, the second time...) Also, I'm looking forward to finishing it and getting some good pictures - I'm ridiculously proud of how well this sweater is turning out, especially given the knitting disasters I've suffered recently.
In other words, I want to go home, and its only 3:30. This day will never end.