Good times

Yesterday I was up early 'cause some moron outside decided to tap out a rhythm on his car horn repeatedly for half an hour rather than get out of the car and ring the doorbell of whomever they doorbell of whomever they were trying to pick up. This happens most Saturdays. After wresting with some truly intractable bills,the postal service brought me a grant rejection so of course I had to launch right into a painting of a group of zombies. That will fix everything.