Way too much work to catch up on and not nearly enough time spent preparing for the coming zombie apocalypse/illustrated storybook of same.
Decided a phone call would suffice, but unfortunately, Mark (he who draws the zombies) was out of commission with mysterious, “flu-like” symptoms which, of course, immediately got me wondering whether my poor, overworked partner would pull through or wind up a mindless, flesh-eating, shambling corpse by night’s end.
I told him to take some Nyquil, the “nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, hacking, keeling over, coming back, shotgun blast to the head, so you can rest-in-peace medicine.”
Updated: Mark’s feeling fine.
Book proceeding as planned.