I watched Warehouse 13 last night. It was a zombie episode. I was having a rather bad day yesterday, and this cheered me right up. I'm not sure why, but it was hilarious to me when the just-turned-zombies suddenly got the urge to devour flesh. Actors pretending to eat live rats makes me laugh. Well done.
I have the potential to write new words today - those elusive chapters that are starting to make me feel like I have writer's block. This morning after my kids leave the house for school, I'm going to just write it. Enough already. I have three hours including the time it takes to get a shower. Wish me luck.... If my husband decides to work from home again, I'm gonna cry. Or scream. Or leave and write somewhere else, which will make me lose an hour. Or give up for the day again and try again tomorrow...again.