Tomorrow, I am headed back to the same townlet of Eden Mills to lead writing workshops for high school students.
Tonight, I am pooched, toast, wiped, zonked, and headed directly for bed. I realize it is only 9:30pm as I type these words. But all I want is to read James Herriot under a nice warm duvet as I drift toward dreamland.
More photos and stories to come. Soonish.