And nothing to say.
Isn't that the way it is as you near the tail-end of a project? There's just the knitting. You can't make a mini-series from it. Can't write an essay. Where's the narrative in good, solid progress?
Given this sweater's drama-queen history, I suspect there will be histrionics before the last end is woven in. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.