Today I plied the yarn I spun since Wednesday (which was the last time I plied). The proof of the yarn is in the plying. As it goes through my fingers onto the plying bobbin, I feel every bump, every unevenness. And as I expected, there was a big difference between the skeins from each of those days. Yes, each was a little better, more even, than the last.
Then I spun two more ounces of wool. I was very conscious of the evenness (and lack thereof) of the draft as I worked. This is good, because awareness and practice will get me where I want to be.