A week from today I start my trek home to Gainesville. (Little Dog, Loved Ones, Farmer's Market - I miss you.) According to my list labeled "The Plan," today is the day to look back at the essays I wrote when I first arrived (What was it-a year ago?) and then set aside. After yet another breakfast that has been prepared, served, and cleaned up after for me (Thank you, Yaddo staff, thank you), I'll go see how they percolated (or festered) during the past month and start in on revisions (or rend my garments in despair). Wish me luck.