Mid-Morning of the Dead

I don't know who is closer to zombie status - me, after a grueling 14 hour shift, the last hour an a half spent just charting on the two deliveries and seven babies I attended to, the trip to Lowe's to purchase the new fridge and now a wee bit of wine with my "supper" or the poor dying fridge itself, groaning out its swan song, fans whirling, food melting faster than a popsicle in Charleston August.

I vote me.


Thor sez: My imitation of mommy.