President Obama stubbed his toe his first week in office when he paid a surprise visit to the White House press room. He wanted to introduce himself informally to the press corps, and was taken aback when reporters began to ask substantive questions. “I can’t end up visiting with you guys and shaking hands if I’m going to get grilled every time I come down here,” said the president.

The press, for its part, took offense that President Obama dodged their queries. They also bridled at being excluded from the swearing-in redo with Chief Justice John Roberts, as well as the president’s first interview (an exclusive given to ABC). …

Franklin Roosevelt, however, adopted a hands-on approach. Rather than meet the press at a formal session in the East Room (as his predecessors had occasionally done), F.D.R. invited them into the Oval Office. Twice a week the White House press corps gathered around the president’s desk and fired away. …

In his first term, Roosevelt held 337 press conferences. That is no misprint. Three hundred and thirty-seven. Normally the conferences were held at 10 o’clock on Wednesday mornings for benefit of the afternoon press, and 4 o’clock on Fridays for the morning editions. When the war came, the conferences became less frequent, but altogether F.D.R. held 998 press conferences as president. [bolds mine-R]

When candidate Obama declared that he wished to restore openness to the White House, this is what I (and many of my press colleagues) had hoped for: A president who would answer questions, answer them himself and — most importantly — just answer them. Hence my dismay in his pre-inaugural “I’m going to let the justice system run its course” cop-outs to questions on the Blago scandal, even when it was pretty apparent Obama had done nothing wrong. I hope he is a great president, and I think he will be a much better one than his predecessor (who gave far fewer press conferences than any other president in the last century… I’ve been googling for a specific number, but can’t find it). Still, the bloom may be off the rose if by “openness” Obama means that everyone who signs up for email updates will get periodic spin bulletins from the White House press office.

PERSONAL FILE: Overworked and underfed

On Friday night, I think it was, I came down with a stomach bug that’s “been going around” (doctors are so precise!), and since then I have eaten eight chicken nuggets, some french fries, two half-bowls of chicken noodle soup, a half-piece of toast, a small helping of stirfry last night (when I was starting to feel better) and a half-bagel with cream cheese this morning. Worse, my 4-to-6-cup-per-day coffee habit has been whittled down significantly: Yesterday I had about six sips, and as of this writing I’ve gotten about 10 ounces down this morning. (Lewis has it, too, and since he’s not yet potty-trained, we’ve been changing diapers and washing clothes at an unheard-of pace.)

Meanwhile, I’ve been busier than ever: Trying to hone in on improvements that can be made at Spencer’s, putting in my 40 hours at the paper (where there’s ever less work to do, in fact, since ad sales are down, which brings the page count down with it), and doing some freelance writing that I’m really enjoying but probably shouldn’t disclose just yet.

All that to say, blogging has not been a top priority. I miss it, but can’t seem to allocate the time I don’t have. Maybe I’ll get better; maybe I’ll turn into one of those people who just updates his Facebook status and thinks that’s enough. Either way, thanks for reading.