October 17: Exhausting Week

I knew this week was going to be unpleasant-

The only thing unknown was the degree

To which the lousiness was clear and present

And how long I’d endure ignominy.

Between bad news and stress I had my pick,

With fraught misunderstandings in between,

And each that followed felt like one more kick

From fortune’s well-oiled arse-kicking machine.

Some unexpected kindnesses were granted,

Because, most likely, chance already found

Incessant misery should be supplanted:

Because you can’t trip someone on the grou...