Dear Diary

Henry VIII from merry old England kept a daily diary. I had the opportunity to read a couple of his entries and believe me when I say it was bad. They went something like this: breakfast of wine and turkey with mush. Avoided Katherine. Went grouse hunting. The end.
If my diary for today was published I could be the King of England. On reflection it went something like this: Woke at 5 AM. Got on the computer for two hours while I drank six cups of coffee. Went fishing. Hit golf balls. Took a nap. Mowed the yard. Took another nap. Ate dinner. Went fishing. Don't you wish you were me? The excitement never ends. I can hardly wait for tomorrow.