A lamp is still on in the family room and I don’t think I can walk that far to turn it off.

Happy Friday the 13th to you and yours from Howdygram headquarters. I tried to find a compelling yet family-friendly graphic to include with this post, but sadly everything on the Internet related to Friday the 13th has been derailed by that repulsive horror movie franchise. You know, pictures of a woman with an ax in her head and some crazy asshole wearing a hockey mask.

Don’t forget cheap foil pans, cheap cream of mushroom soup and cheap Christmas elves at Dollar Tree.

Believe it or not, it was my plan to write a second Howdygram post yesterday — BLACK FRIDAY! — but I didn’t find time to sneak it in between 11½ hours of naps. THAT IS NOT A TYPO. My first nap of the day commenced at 9:15 in the morning and lasted until 2:30. I slept again from 4 until 7, ate dinner, and conked out again from 8:15 until 11:30, at which time I decided to take a nice hot shower, shlep into the study and consume a couple of Russell Stover sugar-free marshmallow Santas. In case you’re interested, Sam napped even more than I did on Friday and together we managed to sleep through several excellent movies, including: The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947) starring Danny Kaye and Virginia Mayo; Dial M for Murder (1954) starring Grace Kelly and Ray Milland; and Trader Horn (1931) starring Harry Carey, Duncan Renaldo and Edwina Booth as a “white savage.”

I smashed another toe.

Just 13 days since my last toe disaster [see post] I did it again, people. Tonight on my way to the kitchen for a cup of sugar-free lemon-lime Jell-O I whacked the big toe on my right foot against the leg of our new coffee table, and BLAMMO ... blood all over the place. Sam came to my rescue with a bandage and I spent the next two hours on the chaise with my foot propped up because it hurt like hell. I’M FED UP WITH ALL THIS LOUSY TOE SHIT AND IT HAS TO STOP. Thank you for putting up with me.

If you want to tell me about your email I’m always willing to listen. I even promise not to laugh

As far as most Thursdays go mine has been fucking AWESOME. There are so many reasons I almost don’t know where to start so I’ll just spew a bunch of words at random and hope you’ll hang on for the ride. Thank you.

Let’s all donate to the Detroit Water Project.

Sam is asleep and I’m NOT, mostly because I’m thirsty and not very tired, so I thought I’d hang out in the study for a while to be near the Howdygram.

It must be wonderful to have uncomplicated feet.

In case inquiring minds want to know, Sam’s new shoes from Amazon arrived yesterday and he really, really likes them. (It must be wonderful to have uncomplicated feet.)