Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond (birdhousefrog) wrote,
Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond

A Wet Mouse King

Somewhere in the excitement of cleaning house yesterday, I completely missed the zombie invasion. Which is actually why we live where we live. Our house is not visible from the routed and paved road. We are deliberately off the map, though googling us on an aerial map would actually show our location. But I don't think the zombies had wireless and they were otherwise occupied with my neighbors who actually have paved frontage. Not to mention cows. With brains. Cow brains.

On the other hand, perhaps the dead bird in the living room yesterday was my zombie notification. Mrs. D-G is mysteriously absent this morning...did the birds wreak their zombied revenge on the Queen of Destruction? The problem with that is that she has no brains to speak of. Works entirely on hard-wired responses to movement of any kind.

So yesterday was a cleaning day, which is ugh, but necessary. And today is drizzly and rainy, though it's not really supposed to be. It's also cooler. And instead of haunting my f-list, I have been madly retyping the fourth version of The Mouse King's Tail. And it's going nicely, thank you. Of course, I haven't hit that dreaded middle section yet, but I'm close to it.

No zombies sighted in Eden. Sorry.

Frog Out
Tags: farm, house, writing, zombies

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