Invisible Man

No, I have not completely disappeared like Wells's Griffin.

The new school year started (for teachers) on August 5th (though, as a student, I seem to remember not going back until after Labor Day).

So I've been waking up and doing the first week teacher professional development thing.

Now it's back to a life of routine: alarms, timed showers, clock-punching (and watching), packed lunches (in my Nightmare On Elm Street metal lunch box).

I've had my three best suits dry-cleaned and I've polished & shined my dress shoes (most of which were given to me by my grandfather).

I feel I am prepared.

Though I'm trying this new thing of not worrying about anything. I'm like Peter (Ron Livingston) in Office Space, after he's been hypnotized.
"Ah, not now Lumberg! I'm kinda busy. I'm gonna hafta ask you to go ahead and come back later."

But, I am on the verge of finishing my latest short horror story (called "Homeless") and I am preparing to write both the one and two-page synopsis for Urban Prairie, which is the last step I need to complete before I embark on my new literary agent search.

I'm always working.

And I realize that I've led, for the most part, a comfortable life.

I've never (really) been in a fight... but I'm prepared for one.

I've never broken any bones... but I know I'd survive it.

I've never been sent off to war... Though I've fought many of my own.

And I've never been poor... Of course, I've never been inordinately rich, either.