For the legions of folks who turned cold blue days ago waiting in breathless anticipation for my next blog, you now can exhale.
Assuming you still can.
I didn’t get writer’s cramp.
Just a cramped schedule while spanning the globe.
I accumulated more frequent flier miles than NASA.
Where the hell was I?
I visited Mother Nature at the North Pole and told the old gal she had better cease and desist from turning Berks County into a frozen custard every three days or so.
Did you notice how beautiful today was in Greater Reading?
I moved Jay Leno into his retirement home in Beverly Hills.
I helped Jimmy Fallon take over as The Tonight Show host in Manhattan.
I shot the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition after giving all the models a massage.
I caught some rays in Sochi at the Winter Olympics and while I was there I found a cure for Bob Costas’ pinkeye.
I caught some pitchers and pitched to some catchers when the Phillies opened spring training.
Now have I had to catch some Z’s.