(With apologies to Hymn 241.) When I was knitting in Sunday School, I noticed that something wasn't quite right. There was a space where no space should be. When I came to see more clearly (I am having such fun with hymn texts in this post) I found a dropped stitch. With five rows piled on its head. So I spent the rest of Sunday School and most of Relief Society unRavelling and making sure that the stitches were all pointed in the right direction.
I'm going to let the yarn relax for a day or two before picking up where I've left off. Avery's waited almost two years for this sweater. Two days won't make much difference.