I'm not going to finish my dad's vest. I mean, I could do it, I guess, but why stress myself? I have other gifts for him, and his birthday is in March, so I'll give it to him then.
See, last week, I wasn't home before 8 on any single night. Two nights in a row, I came home after 10. I was out all of Saturday. So, very little knitting got done, of course. This week is not looking much better -- out every night until Friday. So while I COULD force myself to stay up knitting every night to finish, I'm just not going to. Besides, if I hate the design now, I won't be able to do anything about it.
Very slow progress on everything else. Santa is still in pieces; hopefully I'll start piecing him together tonight and have him finished by next week. I'm almost done with ONE of the FOUR pairs of socks for my in-laws. I'll have the drive up there and a few days OFF to work on those, of course.
In other news, I baked some really great cookies last night. They were cranberry-orange, and the recipe called for whole oranges pureed, rind and all, in a food processor. It was fun. It did not call for cranberries, but I have about two pounds of dried cranberries that I won't eat (don't like 'em), so I threw those in, too. The result? Moist, cake-like, and very orangey cookies. Occasionally you hit a piece of rind, but it's kinda candied from baking and tastes good.
(Oh, and the recipe is from The Cookie Bible.)