In the very (very, very) early days of The Ossuary someone posted something they found, I think, on Facebook. Zombie Day. Take the time to act like a zombie, watch zombie movies and I imagine ensure that your stash is fresh and sufficient and the flame-thrower is working in preparation for the pending outbreak. Speaking of zombie day...

I spent the Memorial day weekend doing a couple of things out in the country. First and foremost the American Flag was waving and I took the time to remember and say a silent prayer for those countless members of our armed forces who gave their lives in defense of our Liberty in this great country of the United States of America. I also gorged on ribs and beans and drank a little (or a lot) too much. And... I worked in the garden.

How does this relate to Zombie Day you ask? Well, it all started with the garden work. For two days I was out with a hoe, a tiller and this little hand-digger thing getting rid of weeds, tending the rows, putting new seed in where the deer had cut off the tender vegetable sprouts leaving only 1/2 inch greenish nubs on the mounds... and all the while the sun was blaring down and the water bottles that I was supposed to be drinking remained full and untouched. The dehydration that set in on Sunday evening brought unbearable headaches to match my decidedly redneck farmer tan that included a glowing crimson on the back of my neck (obviously...) on my legs between my socks and my shorts and from the edge of my short sleeves to my bloodied and dirty finger nails. To top things off I realized early in the day that I was completely out of OFF! so I presented quite the smorgasbord to the billions of blood-sucking insects hovering around the area looking for a worthy victim. So... The end of that day I was miserable, body broken by hours of manual labor, burned to a crisp, head pounding from lack of fluids and itching like crazy from a multitude of bug bites.

The next day I got up, too early because my dog "Litalious Small Fry" (or "Max" for those that don't give their pets ridiculous nicknames) came snorting to the edge of the bed wanting to get outside and pee on everything that was surely peed on the night before... so, I was off to the garden again.

This time I sprayed the Adamms Flea and Tick spray (for the dogs) on myself because it said it also repelled mosquitoes. As a side note I don't recommend that... it didn't hurt or anything but it doesn't work worth a damn... And, I made a conscious decision to drink those bottles of water - in fact I set some out at strategic points throughout the garden so that when I worked up to an area that had a water bottle planted that was my cue to drink the contents. Worked pretty well. For all my planning I did forget the sunscreen. Plus there were some threatening thunder clouds on the horizon so I worked feverishly to beat the pending rainfall... which didn't come until about 7:00 PM after I was done, by the way. At least I got it all done.

Monday yard work finished and I had those ribs and beans and went to bed a little early - and got up at 6:00 AM for the long drive into Atlanta where I work as a sales guy for an Internet Security Services company. Well, it was zombie day and I felt every inch of one. I had conference calls that I don't remember. I took a nap at my desk before taking a three hour lunch to sneak home and get a nap. Man, was I wasted. I don't feel 100% even now... so Zombie Day was completely lived out by yours truly, with or without my consent. I think I even growled at some people.

So, happy Zombie Day! I hope you all had fun stockpiling guns, ammo and food stuffs for the coming inifection - or at least caught Zombie Lake. What should I work on next?... Zombie Gardens?

Yours in horror,

Don Sumner