It has been a tough two weeks. Mr. Astor was taken to the hospital with what was seemingly a heart attack, but turned out to be a sever acid reflux that started to eat away his esophagus. Two weeks later, he was finally released; thankfully he got the proper treatment and, more thankfully, I didn't have to take the long bus ride to the hospital every day. He's doing well, but has to moderate his behavior. That's the big elephant in the room.

Meanwhile, Her Serene Highness (the former Baroness) Seitzinger escaped town to her country estate in Nebraska. Poor thing, all her friends are gay Republicans and could not even consider walking anything but ten steps behind her gayness. I tried to explain that this was something she should relish; ever Prince Phillip has to walk a certain number of steps behind Elizabeth. She couldn't even expect one step behind here, unless her companions were drunk. Here she has a poolside cocktail with one of the few creatures who understand her: Bad Taste.