Week 29: Zombie Turtles

I recently described my life as being like a turtle. Moving slowly and having a hard time getting off my back.

But what happens when the turtle gets bit by a zombie? Well, obviously, you have zombie turtles. And that’s basically what I am this week. I’m moving slower than a turtle. More like an undead turtle. And I don’t mean the World War Z type zombies with super ridiculous speed. I’m talking about the 28 Days Later zombies that move slowly with a singular purpose.

That was me shuffling to the kitchen this morning to make myself breakfast. Slow. Singular purpose: Breakfast.

But by the time I got to the kitchen, I was too tired to make breakfast, so I settled with a cup of decaf coffee and shuffled back to my office to start work. The scene in my office was unpretty. I didn’t have any calls today, so my hair was in a very sloppy ponytail, and the only bra I have that fits was in the wash, so I didn’t even bother with a bra. Leggings, a tank top, and my Buddy The Elf Christmas sweatshirt. Because if no one is going to see you, then does anyone know you’re wearing a Christmas sweater in March?

I wrote a few emails and then stared blankly at the screen. What am I supposed to do today? Crap, my bullet journal is in the other room. I can’t get it. It’ll take too much energy. I’ll just have to wait until Nick comes upstairs. I started writing a makeshift to-do list realizing that I didn’t have the energy for any of it.

Then it hit me. I am a zombie. No brain. Just a body. Limbs and digits moving with no real consciousness. Just singular purpose. That new purpose: I need a nap. It was only 10:30 a.m.