Welcome home, my missing 40 IQ points!

Much better today. Still can't breathe properly, but I was out and about today (renewing lease for next year, looking for cheesecloth, falling off dairy wagon) for a couple of hours and didn't collapse.

My brain, my beloved brain, it has returned, IQ in tow. *pets lovingly*

To which, Brain responds: Zombies?
Me: Oh, no, I don't know if I could write zombies.
Brain: But zombies are cool. All the hip writers do zombies. You care about being cool, don't you?
Me: No, I don't care. They *scare* me. Dead things that don't stay dead *should* scare you, too. Particularly if they want to eat brains.
Brain: They're MADE UP. Wait, are you talking about zombies, or your peers?
Me: Zombies.
Brain: Oh, okay. Well, what if we made it funny?
Me: ...
Brain: How about that Errol Flynn idea you had a couple months ago. "Errol Flynn's not dead", or something like that.
Me: Yeah, but -- so, wait, he's dead but a zombie?
Brain: Here. Flynn plus Fairbanks. I'll throw in Mary Pickford, too, if you don't get moving. Chop, chop!
Me: Wha? Doing a remake? Fine. You're on. Why not Bette Davis, while I'm at it? Think of the "eyes" jokes I could make.
Brain: Now you're in the spirit!

Writing of fiction, perforce, will resume almost immediately.

Tonight, regardless of zombies, I must wear my Lead Article Editor hat, and read a submission to the journal. There are many others to read after, but I think I can probably do one a day and be OK. (The ones that are obviously off-topic don't count in the "one a day", btw. Alas.)