There is no sun. The sun is gone. The sun will never shine again. It will be gray, and probably sleeting, until the end of time. This means I will never get a good picture of this sock. We’ll just have to accept this and move on. We can console ourselves with knitting.
I’ve still got to get The Boy to try it on to make sure it’s the right length before I graft the toe. But I’m pretty sure it is, which means I’m pretty sure this counts as a finished sock. That’s worth a blog post, whether or not the sun ever shines again.