One call is all it takes
to disrupt a schedule that doesn’t even exist
From spending time in that sterile room
to an endless night filled with spreadsheets
to divert attention from worry
I move to having the inability
to complete the things that never existed
on my weekend agenda
Auntie B's Wax 
This is a lovely poem! Thank you!
Thanks, Cindy. Unfortunately the inspiration for the poem wasn’t all that lovely. I lacked all motivation and was terribly sleep-deprived. Better luck to me next weekend!