Another day at the cottage. A day spent writing stuff for my Frank column, watching a movie on da tee vee, and, of course, napping. There is something about the sea air hitting me in the face that causes me to drift off into a deep sleep. It is the kind of sleep from which I awaken, scratch myself, go pee, and then decide to sleep some more. It is the strangest thing.
How was your day? What are you wearing? Do you ever think of me?
You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.