Is it loony in here, or is it just me?

I’m just in from walking the dog. And the yard is laughing hysterically at me.

While it is flattering to get such a positive response from the sort of B grade stories I tell while walking the dog, it’s kind of unusual.

Usually, I tell a joke?

Crickets.
If you write comedy, living in the country can be hard on the ego.

Tonight?

A loon.

I’m printing out one of my unsold contemporary comedies to go read aloud to the corn field.