I wasn’t the only zombie, but I was the one who had to cook.

The first day back after a long time away is not the time for serious decisions and/or work. I managed to avoid the former (and the latter, for that matter) but She Who Must Be Obeyed went to work. When she got home, I could tell she was zombified and should have stayed home.

Our oldest went to her school club and came back as a zombie. (Note: as she is a teenager, she is technically already a zombie; however, after returning from club, her zombiness was showing more than usual.)

Our youngest enjoyed being eleven by doing very little of note.

I began the slow process of unpacking and settling back in. I watched some Olympics and took a few notes and am hoping the Ryan Lochte gunpoint burglary story becomes something epic that’s worthy of a line or two and a couple grades.

I managed to cook lunch but did very little else.

The trouble is, I can only get away with that for one day. I’ll eventually have to do something useful. Eventually.