Well. This evening, I wouldn’t go out till the raccoon had left. I heard rustling, or something, out back. Then I saw it.  The  huge raccoon saw me as well and began to hiss.  I retreated into the house and observed  from the window, illuminating the raccoon with my headlamps as it devoured fallen seed from the bird feeder. When it had finished scouring the ground, it left, and I left, too. I was later to my destination than I had originally intended.

Leaving the car in the parking lot of the first store, I crossed the road and shopped at the second store. I had a ten and three singles left over. I took out the ten and handed it to the homeless vet standing with his sign by the crosswalk. Everyone knows he lives out of his van with his dogs. He thanked me profusely.