The weird thing is — there is no zombie Monday. No zombie Friday. The undead are oblivious to the day or date. They are oblivious to the presence or absence of morning coffee. This is the proverbial no-brainer, but it’s worth taking a few moments to contemplate how many little details go into our operational definition of a normal human. By recognizing the boxes we live in, we can begin to identify people who are stepping outside the boxes, who may be going over even as they shamble away from the chocolate chip cookies.
