Zombie thing going for me

So I’m looking at the weather this morning before I head out to my office–Thor bringing down the hammer in one last bid for winter–and Tim starts in with the possibility that we bow out of our usually Tuesday night plans. I’m thinking it’s because of the potential ice, but he lovingly takes me in his arms and says, “Honey, it’s not the weather. You’ve got this zombie thing down pat.”

“Zombie thing?” I say, and then realize that yep, I’m shuffling, left leg with a slight drag, and I’m slurring. Damn. Didn’t realize I’d been working that hard. But honestly, don’t freak out or give me advice or be worried for me. I’ve done this since I was five. Best we can figure, it’s a remnant from spinal meningitis and this is just standard “Kim” practice. I’ve had the zombie thing down before zombies were a thing. We laugh. It goes away. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been in my life. (Except the two summers I worked trap lines.)

And I’m laughing my butt off since all I can think of is calling my mom and saying, “Yo! Ma! Kim’s doing the zombie thing. We might not be over tonight.”

I should know better than to work over the weekend, but when you want something, you want it, and I’m so freaking excited about sharing this new book and making it the best damn thing I’ve ever written that I forgot.

But if it doesn’t, I’ve got that zombie thing going for me. (laugh)

 

P.S. Truly I’m okay. Slept well last night and work is moving. I’m looking forward to some exercise this afternoon, and I’m happy. It’s snowing, and my office is warm.