Funny day.

The morning was spent mired in all sorts of tangled thoughts. Happily, they finally smoothed out.

The afternoon was spent restless and mulling. (You'd think I'd recognize the symptoms by now.)

Tonight, out of seemingly nowhere, came a flash of a new character, and a possible story.

I feel good about the little I know so far.  Excited. Intrigued.

And then, while I was making notes and just sort of free-writing what I knew, the feral cats showed up so I gave them food, went back in about a half hour to see how they were doing, and got to watch a power-play dance between a young possum, an older possum and a skunk, all jockeying for what was left on the food plate.

No malice or fighting, just an interesting weave of animals.
 
The skunk was gorgeous.