zombie

This was kind of the type of Monday where I was too tired to resist and/or fight the upcoming workweek, so I just kind of went into worker drone mode. And then I stayed in worker drone mode after work, on our run. Then I was still in worker drone mode when I made dog dinner and human dinner and now all I can think about is bedtime.

I did rise up out of this disengaged mode of operation long enough for our weekly allotment of The Walking Dead, though, which we are carefully rationing out at the painful rate of one episode per week.

And there is probably some clever way to tie all of this together, zombies and being a workweek zombie sometimes and the fact that I said human dinner. But I'm not feeling it. The cleverness required, I mean.

Aaaand the dog just brought me a collection of socks. Helpful.