The Howdygram 2: Sam and I have a flock of Doris Day’s best movies stored on our DVR.

I missed my opportunity this year to wish many of you a happy Mother’s Day, and I apologize for that. I sincerely hope I’ll have a chance to try again in 2020. To tell you the truth, though, I’d be happy just to make it through New Year’s Eve. Let’s hold a good thought. Thank you.

Monday and Tuesday were difficult days here in Snotville. They included coughing, hacking, choking, gagging, dripping, wheezing, prescription cough syrup every eight hours, saline nostril gel, FloNase spray, and my oxygen concentrator permanently set at “7 liters,” which is almost twice what I needed only six weeks ago.

But it gets worse. Choking and coughing elevate my heart rate and suppress my oxygen level, both of which are not good. I’ve also been uncomfortable with: 1) a very creaky right elbow; 2) stiff knees; 3) electric shocks in my hands and feet from diabetic neuropathy; 4) a runny nose; 5) drippy eyeballs; 6) sporadic burning bladder spasms; 7) forgetting to take my meds; and 8) last but not least, wishing I could GET THE HELL OUT OF BED AND DO SOMETHING.

It’s always item #8 that torments me the most when I get depressed, because I seriously cannot remember what it feels like to WALK any more. When I see somebody on TV strolling through a park, window-shopping, or even just standing in line to buy a hot dog … it KILLS me.

I lived in Chicago for the first 36 years of my life and had to walk eight blocks every morning to get to the commuter train station. Many times I even had to stand on the train all the way downtown. Then I walked three blocks from the train to the office and walk at lunchtime to whatever restaurant the “gang” picked for lunch, then three blocks back to catch the train at the end of the day and another eight blocks to get home. And if it was winter and the sidewalks were covered with snow and ice, it felt more like 15 miles. At times I hated all of it, especially when my feet gave me trouble with blisters and callouses. I never owned a pair of shoes that actually fit me! Walking and public transportation are inescapable facts of life, though, when you live in a major urban area.

I can’t remember where I was headed with any of this, so maybe I should just move along. I’ve got a pair of famous dead people to write about and a large quantity of free fonts to share.

There are TWO of them today, and I’ll begin with one of my all-time personal favorites, DORIS DAY, the infectiously-cheerful, sunny blond actress and singer whose romantic comedies with Rock Hudson, Cary Grant, David Niven and James Garner made her one of Hollywood’s biggest stars in the 1950s and 60s. In more recent years, Day had been an animal rights advocate. She died Monday at 97.

As a teenager Day began her career singing at a Cincinnati radio station, then in a nightclub, then in New York. A marriage at 17 to trombonist Al Jorden ended after he beat her to a pulp when she was eight months pregnant. (Oy.) Her son, Terry, was born in 1942. After a short-lived second marriage she began singing and touring with Les Brown’s band.

Day signed a contract with Warner Bros. in 1947. She received the best notices of her career for her dramatic work as singer Ruth Etting in 1955’s Love Me or Leave Me (co-starring James Cagney) followed by The Man Who Knew Too Much (co-starring James Stewart). Her biggest successes, however, were those slick, stylish “bedroom” comedies, beginning with 1959’s Oscar-nominated Pillow Talk with Rock Hudson. The nation’s theater owners voted Doris Day the top box office star in 1960, 1962, 1963 and 1964.

Day’s personal life was awfully fucked-up, though. In addition to those two short-lived marriages with a couple of evil morons, in the 1960s she discovered that failed investments by her third husband, Martin Melcher, left her broke and deeply in debt. She eventually won a multimillion-dollar judgment against their lawyer and recouped part of her wealth with “The Doris Day Show” on CBS from 1968 to 1973.

Sam and I have a flock of Doris Day’s best movies stored on our DVR, including one of my all-time personal favorites, Midnight Lace (1960), a polished and frightening thriller (as good or better than Alfred Hitchcock) that co-starred Rex Harrison, Myrna Loy, John Gavin, Herbert Marshall and Roddy McDowall. My other favorite Doris Day movies include Please Don’t Eat the Daisies (1960) and The Thrill of It All (1963). The fact is, Doris Day did everything very, very well!

With additional sadness I regret to announce that screwball TIM CONWAY died on Tuesday at the age of 85 after a battle with dementia. Conway is survived by his wife of 35 years and a herd of daughters, step-daughters and granddaughters.

Conway is probably best-known for his work on “The Carol Burnett Show,” winning viewers over with characters like the Oldest Man and Mr. Tudball, whose accent he has said was inspired by his Romanian mother. He was known to ad-lib his sketches — even surprising his scene partners — and won a Golden Globe Award for the series in 1976, along with Emmys in 1973, 1977 and 1978.

As for me, though, I remember Tim Conway best as Ensign Chuck Parker from “McHale’s Navy,” a World War II television comedy about the crew of PT-73 that starred Ernest Borgnine. “McHale’s Navy” aired from 1962 to 1966.

This is quite a collection of free fonts! I’ve got a little of everything here, from pretty scripts (“Mentose,” “Destroit,” “Chicano”), versatile hand-drawn fonts (“Unlikely Friends,” “Georg Comic,” “Georg Storybook”), display fonts (“Creepy House,” Straightwell,” “Baby Cowboys”) and traditional serif and sans serif fonts (“Farao,” Hippo Sans,” “Waymar Family”). I’ll include download links below the graphic in case you want any or all of these for your personal library.