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…