If I get my act together today, I can honestly say that I completed three pairs of socks this month.
I'll pause while you re-read the above sentence.
Yes, three. Three pairs.
For some reason, I sat down one Sunday afternoon, turned the heel, and knitted the entire foot of the second ghostie sock, then finished the toe the next day.
Then, I picked up and knitted from start to finish a pair of house shoes using some worsted scraps in my stash.
I'd seen some really ugly finishing work on Ravelry, so I put some extra thought and time into attaching the soles.
I'd bought the soles a few years ago and they were cluttering up my sewing room. Problem solved.
The last pair is a pair of Civil War socks. The yarn is a dark, dark blue, almost black, so when I was rushing last night and dropped a stitch, I couldn't see to fix it. Not counting the error, I am one row from finishing, but fixing the error could take a few hours.
Three. Three pairs.