Can a guy get some privacy? I just learned that some snoop crashed my hospital room to get a picture of me in distress.

There may be worse to come. I’ve lost some weight lately (low fat diets and all that, don’t you know), and because of the uncomfortable soreness of the area where doctors popped into my femoral artery, I don’t like to wear a belt just yet…so I’m ambling about the house, holding up my pants with one hand, because if I let go, they’ll be down around my ankles. This is not dignified.

And then, of course, there are the revelations about my political leanings and future plans.