Last year, my NaNoWriMo book was a really terrible zombie novel which ends with the utter destruction of the city of White Plains, NY by nuclear fire. Zombies are everywhere (figuratively) nowadays, you may have noticed, and ever since we started watching The Walking Dead, I have had the occasion of interesting, but not wholly frightening, zombie apocalypse dreams. This morning, our house was about to be overrun, and I was trying to evacuate Doozer and Lolly by stuffing them into sacks. Lolly got away and was immediately consumed by the shambling undead hoard. Trufax.
If only we lived on the SS Huckleberry.
Knitting Interrupted 