Not a whole lot to say today, because the Harris household is flu ridden. It was a long night. Frankly, I don't think I would have even gotten out of bed if it weren't for my three-year-old daughter repeatedly and deliriously screaming, "Go away, zombies!" from her bed this morning. I had to laugh. It was either that or run for a machete.
So let me leave you with this. I hope you have earplugs.