plants and trees and rocks and things.
Doc is eating horehound candy like it's going out of style. And I think I mostly have the plot worked out, and the sad little emotional arc. I think I may have just found the most awesome fictional use for the real John Henry Holliday's dying words I've ever contemplated.
And now it's time to drink a protein shake and crit a story for a friend.
Tomorrow? More of the same.