At Last, Some Knitting

What is it above sleeves, anyway? It doesn't seem to matter how large the sweater, how many zillions of stitches in the body: Sleeves. Take. Forever. And this one was no exception. It seemed like hours ...


and hours ...


before late this evening, at long last ...



Of course, I can't go to bed without ...



One good thing about staying up a bit too late after work is that I got to finish the first sleeve and begin the second while listening to this:



The first thunderstorm of the season. Maybe it really is spring, after all.