Not Rhinebeck

 I've been up all night sitting and knitting but I'm not on the train to Rhinebeck. Not this year.

Instead of frolicking in the autumn splendor with all the other fiber fanatics, I'm in a all too familiar setting once again.

Yep. You guessed it. This time he has pneumonia. That pack a day habit is finally catching up with the old man and it ain't pretty. If you are heading out to Rhinebeck this morning, have a half sour pickle and a cider doughnut for me. Sniff, sniff....