Zombies!

I woke up from the kind of dream that makes you wonder whether you have enough weaponry in your house.

wooisme and I ran into the garage to grab hammers to fend off a zombie attack. Though I oddly did not think to snatch a few of my smithing hammers, I grabbed a sledge hammer on a four foot shaft. Though I looked all over for the wooden, ocatgonal-headed hammer I got at the Bristol Ren Faire (and haven's seen in years), I couldn't find it.

Apparently I'm not very good with a sledge-hammer either. Someone remind me to do some training before the zombies come...