Yes, Frank went to sleep and was deposited in his bed with Edna Puffin, but no catz. Jake must be in a window; I can hear him muttering about how there are birds out there.
I’ll take your new socks to the PO shortly, so you might have them on Friday.
SOX! I love sox! My favorite kind has been discontinued, so I don’t think about them much. Except when I wear holes in the bottoms of the heels.