It's over when it's over

It's 8:30 a.m. Sunday U.S. time and after having 8 hrs sleep and being awake for 26 hours the day before--it's back to usual except for all those beautiful memories of the past 15 days on Margaret Egli Thomson's (grand) painting tour. Last night's sleep was no exception because I dreamt of mountains, valleys and very green hillocks and the sound of cow bells. I'll unpack shortly then it'll be life as usual except for memories of the excellent adventure provided by two fantastic people.