I’m not wishing away the rest of the summer by any means but October 13th at 9PM I know where I’ll be.  On my couch, windows open, fire in the fire-place, the Missus will be on her lapper on the other end of the couch with her face in Facebook, dogs chewing on an antler of some kind, an iced cold cider in hand, and the sweet sweet moans of zombie emanating from my television while Rick Grimes tries his damnedest to keep his group alive for another season.  I’ve already watched this trailer three times since yesterday.  I’ve never been a drug addict but I’m pretty sure this is what withdrawls feel like.  Welcome back Rick, we’ve missed you.