All through this weekend, I grumbled through knitting the heel flap on the second sock and turning the heel, calculating how much time it would take to finish these socks. Then all of a sudden...
I can see the finish line.
The second sock (the one on the right) is still twenty rows behind the first one, but it's getting pretty darned close. And my remaining yarn, though reduced to a flimsy gutted-out shell that has started to spit up little tangles of yarn barf, just might pull through and turn out to be enough for toes. Even if it's not, though, I don't care. I have spare contrast yarn, and the important thing is that I'll be done soon.
I'm so close to finishing that I can practically taste it. (It tastes like alpaca.)