When Sam isn’t home there’s nobody to talk to and I can’t play with his feet. And by the way, Happy New Year.

In this post: Happy New Year, missing Sam.

If you figured I didn’t write a post today because I’ve been laying around with a hangover from New Year’s Eve, this must be your first visit to the Howdygram. I am a slow-moving retired senior citizen with a cane, diabetes, various other health issues and a closet full of maintenance drugs. Truth is, I didn’t write a post today because I got involved in a long afternoon nap followed by the last half of That’s Entertainment: Part III from last night on TCM. And by the way, before I forget ...

Sam is at the office. He left this morning at 11 and doesn’t expect to be home until Thursday at 6 a.m. due to being “on-call” for the holiday and a group of clients with no life whatsoever deciding to work on a project in-house on New Year’s Day. Yes, friends, that’s 18½ consecutive hours — and it SUCKS — because when Sam isn’t home there’s nobody to talk to and I can’t play with his feet. For your possible interest, the following is a nice color portrait depicting where Sam works.

And here’s a map that indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters in Mesquite; B) Sam’s office in Snooty McSnootville (Crescent Court in Dallas); and C) China City Restaurant. China City has decent prices, above-average Mongolian Chicken and they deliver on New Year’s Day.

I have a fine Putz of the Week to share with you but I’m just not feeling motivated enough to get into a lot of aggravating political poop right now. I’ll save it for next time, okay? Thank you for reading this.