the lost week

Today I didn’t want to get up. 

No way. 

I could have slept another 4 hours. 


I walked and walked and walked and walked

And that’s what makes a gumby cat. 


My reward. Butter Chicken. 

I’m gonna need a bigger bowl

Of that. 

Chiat Town that was once

Medical City. 

Ghost Town that was once me. 

And I’m just getting started with this 

Work marathon. 

Last time I did this, 

The kids were gone

(The sibling on the case)

And I could stay overnight-

Which cuts off at least an hour driving 

To and fro every day. 

6 days X 12 hours = 72 hours. 

Add drive time, and it’s insane. 

I lost a whole week this week. 

I was certain it was next week.