Sorry, I couldn't post yesterday. I spent most of it briefing Clint on THE BRAND SPANKING NEW VACCINE that is slated to come in sometime this morning. My bad, did I just shout that? It doesn't matter, right? Good news like this deserves to be shared with everyone.

But federal agents don't think like you and I. They don't walk into the makeshift triage unit and see the sunken eyes of friends and relatives who hope that their loved one will be the exception and wake up unchanged. Apparently being a special agent means your sleep isn't disturbed by what I wish like hell was an animal cry. Clint is positive we'll have a riot on our hands if the general populace has any inkling of the vaccine's existence, and despite the fact that just yesterday three more people were added to the confirmed list I'm prohibited from sharing the first scrap of hope to come our way in a long time.

For now, be of good cheer and do not, for the love of everything and everyone you hold dear, tell a soul about this blog.