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Day's Beginning

The cats have been fed, washed, and loved. Now they've dispersed to hiding places to steal a few hours of sleep.

I've exercised, showered, shaved and dressed, answered the morning work emails, checked the work calendar, and I'm about to eat. The juice fast is over. Lost eight pounds in four days and found the pleasure of juicing. Selecting and preparing the ingredients was part of that. What do I want today? Red? Green? Mix veggies with fruit or be a purist? 

Next, I put the machine together, initiate its soft whir and feed it. A pulp tail grows from one spout and liquid drips from another. Each collect, creating colorful, striated geology. Then pour and drink, cleaning up as I do. My juice fast's final juicy was consumed last night, a red blend of watermelon, pineapple, grapes, blackberries, blueberries and pears. It was a sweet ending. This morning I return to solids but juicies won't be forgotten. 

Been seeing the "Abe Lincoln, Zombie Hunter" ads, reminded me of early American history, when the Iroquios and other Native Americans saved early settlers from maurading zombies. Or how about that classic tale of the southwest tribes coming together to fight zombies marching up into Mexico, as told in "Last Stand for Zombies"? 

Nice to see zombie lit taking hold. I grew up reading zombie fare and love Chaucer's "Canterbury Zombies".  What boy didn't grow up reading Louis L'Amour's "Zombie Rifles", "Zombie Riders", and "Zombie Gold"?  We were forced to read "A Tale of Two Zombie Cities" and "Midsummer Night Zombies" aloud in ninth grade English class while in American History that same year, we studied the American Revolution's forgotton part about Minutemen fighting zombies in New England and Paul Revere's famous ride, where he rode through the countryside shouting, "The zombies are coming, the zombies are coming."  

 Speaking of zombie books and movies, though, Jack London's excellent tale of fighting zombies in Alaska, "Call of The Dead", has never been made into a movie, which surprises and disappoints me. It was an early favorite, great for reading in Pittsburgh's cold winter nights, when you're tucked deep into a pile of blankets and a snowstorm rattles the windows. Other early zombie favorites were Captain Nemo and the "Zombies of the Deep", "Zombies At The Center Of The Earth", and the swashbuckler, "Zombies of the High Seas".  Meanwhile, I found and devoured James Fenimore Cooper's "Last of the Zombies" and Dumas' "The Zombie of Monte Cristo".  Loved those books.

Time to return to "Corporate Zombies", where ordinary employees, armed with office supplies, battle it out with management zombies, who torture the workers by sending mindless, chirpy, irrelevant emails.