Empty brain. I had been home from work (I travel quite a bit) for a decent number of days for once. I had zero time for myself, but, when I had it, I was feeling some kind of mad. Not really angry but a bit pissed that this was the only time I had to do anything and I wanted to do nothing at all for once; however, knew I would regret not accomplishing something in one of my special projects. Writing or exercise. I got on my bike. I did a short spin of 20 miles. I got an idea from my surroundings. It was a car parked next to the road in a wide runoff area. The windows were down with a large mess of poodle-curled hair in the drivers seat. In Colorado, a car with a dog is normal. It was . . . a lady. I honestly thought it was a big labra-doodle/poodle/fluffy some kind of black dog. Nope. It was a lady on a cell phone. cycling along, it's not uncommon to say hi to cows or horses in the fields or dogs on a walk-owners like that. But imagine if I said hi to a nice puppy dog and I was too late to recognize it as a lady instead? "Ohhhh hello puppy! Good boy aren't ya!" as I slow roll past. Followed by a cigarette mouthed gob of cursing chasing me away, or chasing me down in her car. Nice story start for me. all because I got outside and did something generating endorphins. A nice walk or if the weather is horrible, get out somehow. Drive to get a coffee, meet someone while doing it. Get a sense of what people are doing or thinking that day. Play a game with it. any one of them could be an undiscovered secret agent or serial killer or both. You never know.