Monday morning I was running late.  I was supposed to be leaving by ten till 8am,  but was barely dressed at five till.  I walked into the bedroom to check the clock and said something profane.  Then I saw Nick, sitting bolt upright in the bed, hair all askew, and said something else profane.  My very first thought upon seeing his bizarre silhouette in the darkness of our bedroom was not awww, he’s awake!  I didn’t think, uh oh, did I startle him with my shouted profanity?  Nor did I think, I guess he’s going to get up now.  No.



My first thought – Oh crap, Nick’s a zombie.