These mornings back to work and school after a holiday break are gruesome affairs. No one seems able properly to wake up, even when finally dressed, and the household is essentially strewn with backpack-trailing, coffee-cup-clutching zombies until the awful moment, five minutes after everyone should have hustled out the door, when we all realize that we’re five minutes late and—
“I forgot to pack my lunch!” a former zombie will cry, now rather alert.
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