I don't know what I was thinking when I decided not to go to Rhinebeck. Clearly, I was not in my right mind. This situation has been corrected. The ticket to Newark has been purchased. Time off from work has been granted. Plans have been made with insanely fabulous people.
Wool will be had. Knitters will bond. Hijinks will ensue.
Rhinebeck. Me. You. Oh. Yeah.