I’m alive, so it all worked out
but it’s been a week,
I’ll tell you what.

First, there was Monday,
and I don’t have to tell you about that!
Then came Tuesday,
which features the sound of Two,
making it two times as bad.
Really. Look it up.
Wednesday’s the Hump Day
and it felt like my Shih Tzu was trying to hump my calf all afternoon.
Not a recommendation
but she seemed to appreciate it.

Thursday is Thor’s day, which is why
my room-mate pulled out the Thor DVDs
after work.
They’re not a consistent bunch of flicks.
They take a lot of time.
It left me kind of unprepared for Friday
– which normally, would be a kind of cool day.

I was bleary-eyed and empained all day long.
I think I hit a kid on the way in
in the morning.
Don’t quite recall.
By workday’s end, I just collapsed
until midnight
when I retrieved my messages
and discovered the pope was looking for me,
and I missed it.
I missed the pope!
Damn it (sorry, pope)!
Apparently, he contacted my friend Kali
to get in touch with me,
but she couldn’t get through since I was knocked out.

When I tried to reach the pope after midnight,
his security did not take it well.
Didn’t appreciate my failure to capitalize pope, either.

Anyway, I survived it all,
like I said,
but not a week I’d care to repeat.
Very frustrating that despite it all,
next week starts with a Monday, anyway.