A Post reader sent a letter to President Biden, but instead of sending back a reply, he absentmindedly mailed his personal daily diary along with two nickels and some pocket lint. Here, we exclusively reveal the contents of that diary:

PRESIDENTIAL DAILY DIARY 

10 am — Meet with president of China, Chairman Mao. When I first started in the Senate, I met Mao and I stuck my finger in his chest and said ‘You don’t mess with a guy from Scranton.’ He looked at me funny. Probably because he speaks Japanese.

11 am — No, wait, this is when that meeting is. 10 am is wake-up time.

11:15 am — Here come the press. They don’t make them like Helen Thomas any more. That aide, whatshisname, he’s going to try to give me note cards, but I’m going to wing it. Dark Bradley, that’s me! Give ol’ Hu a piece of my mind.

11:20 am — DON’T TAKE ANY QUESTIONS. 

(Scribbled in margin — That press woman wrote that).

11:30 am — Left. Left. They said walk out the left door. Gonna remember today. Left as in Feinstein. I wonder how Dianne is doing? I should call her.

Noon — Lunch with whatshername. Jill! Tomato soup, Saltines and some weak iced tea. 

1 pm — Nap time. 

(Scribbled in margin — They should really move the recliner into the Oval Office)

2 pm — Jump on the phone with some of Hunter’s friends. He sure is cosmopolitan! I never know it’s going to be an Asian or someone from one of those “stans” — Stan Musial, what a hitter that guy was. Or was that Stan Morgan? Stan Lee? I just gotta say how much I love my son and would do anything for him. Hunter keeps saying I should stress anything. Hate it when they try to stage manage me.

2:30 pm — Something about Europe I think. Probably Thatcher on the call. 

(Scribbled in margin — Blair? Major? Chirac? They’ll tell me)

3 pm — Jill? Jill! Where’s my ice cream!

3:15 pm — Whatever happened to Corn Pop?

3:30 pm — Fundraiser. They love it when I talk about Trump. Trump’s America would be like the Titanic. You know I was on the Titanic. It’s true. Got rescued on one of those door things. I remember sitting there and pointing and saying, that’s what happens. When you try to build big things. Terrible tragedy. Like when my house burned down. All of Delaware was up in flames. 

4 pm — Campaign strategy meeting. Did you see that John F. Kennedy ad during the Super Bowl? Is he running again? He’ll be tough to beat. I’m going to suggest again I get out there and speak more, but they seem to think it’s better if I don’t. I’m also not allowed to leave the White House.

5 pm — Back to Delaware! What a day. 

(Scribbled in margin — Can you believe Ken Starr called me old with a bad memory?)