I always tend to overestimate how much I can knit in a given period of time. As in, a baby blanket in a weekend. I sort of knew that I probably wouldn't actually finish, but it was a noble goal.
I'm far enough from it that I don't feel the need to stay up half the night finishing it just to prove a point, and close enough that I can put it aside for a little while without feeling guilty. January, after all, is still a little while away.
So now it's time for me to make like a Bruneaux.