Why I don't belong in a post-apocalyptic world...

Mister: What are you doing?

Me: Ignoring your zombies and reading blogs.

There are many reasons that a post-apocalyptic world is not my ideal setting: indoor plumbing gone, grocery stores gone, antibiotics gone, schools gone, Internet gone....
but the biggest one is this:

I am not made to handle zombies. I do not enjoy video games with zombies. I do not enjoy movies with zombies*. I can not wrap my brain around the fiction of zombies and come to any sort of narrative in which I would be useful, except perhaps as bait.

And any future that involves me as bait is one that I am not interested in. Even if it is bait for attractive vampire types.

* Except Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland

What to do...

Having a chance to sleep in was a wonderful rarity. (Thank you, in-laws!)

So far this morning I have made cranberry salsa for Thanksgiving at Aunt Elaine's, made cranberry sauce for home, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast of oatmeal with (waitforit) organic dark cocoa honey. From Pixie's Pocket on etsy. It is worth every penny, if you like chocolate.

So now I have to: water the animals, change out the fish tank, sort through kids clothes (WHY would anyone need 30 t-shirts?), and get painting for MY etsy shop.

And I have 4 hours. I guess I'll tend to the beasts and then tend to the art.

(Is this what being grown up is? Doing what needs to be done before you do what you want?)

Also, I have been enjoying a new blog: Cold Antler Farm. I got the link from me ma.

Sleeping in

The wee ones are on holiday at the grandparents! Today I slept until 8. It was deeeelightful. Then I had breakfast with my houseguest & drove her to the airport.

Now it is lunch, studio time, and then off to help a friend pack up his studio in anticipation of his move.

I'll probably stay up late and get wild.
(Translation: fall asleep on the couch in front of a movie)