Hubris.

I had a dream last night that I found the baby kimono sweater -- it had been in my backpack all along. (This has actually happened -- I thought my knitting had fallen out of a plastic bag while moving out of the dorms, had sulked and been angry, bought a replacement project and all sorts of goodies at Web-sters, and then, on looking for something in my backpack, found the knitting.)

Unfortunately, dreams aren't true.

Last night, while everyone else played poker, I finished the back of the Marathon Sweater (aka the biggest piece) and got the left front halfway finished. I think there might be a chance...