A lot of plot work done today. In spite of a short term migraine (possibly a combo of other kinds of headache) a little Tylenol and some music helped. Kitties did their best to interrupt, but it did not work. I got my writing done.
Running Total: 29638 words.
Karla comes home to find actual real thugs tearing her house apart. They are impervious to flamingos. Luckily they are not impervious to Starlings.
More thoughtful posting at another time.
Today's tunes: Sinatra's High Hopes, and Chumbawamba's Tubthumping. ("I get knocked down! But I get up again! You're never gonna keep me down! I get knocked down!....")