OK, I’ve been out of work for seven weeks now. At some point I will start to worry about this stuff. Right now, I’m Alfred E Neuman…what me worry? The good news is I have plenty of time to work out like a big dog. My pecs are getting even bigger. My super powers which had left me for a while, particularly in Chicago, have returned. There is no stress in my life. I feel decompressed. Beauregard is reaping the rewards of having me around all of the time. We have become inseparable. Now I have to work more on the eating. I’m a classic stress eater, and I also eat when bored. Your head does funny things to you when you’re unemployed. Keeping it screwed on straight is my life’s work right now.