I took it with me to Narnia, figuring there's usually enough light to knit by and I'd be able to get a lot done. As luck would have it, it was much darker than usual and I dropped a stitch right off which I couldn't find in the dark. So, after only 4 stitches, I put it away.
As you may guess, I've been binding off for what seems like hours. I've this huge long ruffle hanging off my sweater and needles. As it should be.
But I ran out of yarn on that skein. Yup. I did.
I happened to have a little ball in my bag from another skein. I can't remember why I hadn't used that up, but I attached it have have been binding off with it.
I still have that huge, long ruffle hanging off. It's even bigger now---I think. My little ball is getting littler. And would you believe, there are still thousands of stitches gathered onto my needle waiting their turns? Okay, maybe it's something less than "600-freaking" stitches, but there certainly don't seem to be any fewer.
I'm getting scared.