Also, Costco is Awesome.

I really didn't want to write tonight. Nothing terrible happened, only the usual inertia that I usually feel by this point of the work week. I didn't want to post "Nothing today" and feel defeated already though, and so forced out two paragraphs. I don't know if they'll survive editing later, but I suppose that doesn't matter. At least the blog is fulfilling its role in the process.

We went to Costco tonight, where we loaded up on apples, fish, and various forms of our good friend the chickpea. Dave talked me out of some chicken breast, arguing that 6.5 pounds was an awful lot of what would probably be tortured, bland chicken. I put the bag back into the freezer.

Important note: should the zombie menace ever befall Austin, Costco is the place to be. It's build like a fortress, well-stocked, and has limited and easily secured exits. The memory of the zombies in Dawn of the Dead returning to the mall gives me pause here, but let's be practical. If there are zombies all over the place, wouldn't you rather deal with the sort of zombies who used to spend a lot of time shopping/grazing at Costco then, say, the lean mean corpses swarming gyms and running trails? Or the creative, hyper-attentive zombies banging on the doors of Hobby Lobby? I know I would. Give me the slow, easily distracted undead any day.