I'm still in shock. She. Wants to write a novel. About me! Without even consulting me. And She has the gall to think I might be thrilled by the idea. Clearly, She doesn't know the least bit about me and my desire for privacy. This, coupled with the blackout in the Northeast, has me on edge. I hope my distant cousin, Gus, in the Central Park Zoo is OK.

A book. About me. Whatever would She say?

Gus has had a book written about him. It looks like a kid's book, but it's not. Well. I'll think about it.