the call is coming from inside the house

Next week I escape to a vrbo cabin up north. Alone in the woods with my thoughts, possibly bears and hopefully northern lights. On Friday the 13th.

Had a whole conversation this morning about vitamin d, sunlight and if it still works through a window. South African man says no, google confirmed.  He also said iodine is my friend.

Was going to request a mental health work from home day but when I logged on to check my outlook calendar, the source of my distress had messaged me that she was working from home so I went in.

Turns out they were doing some utility stuff across the street, power was out, cable was out. 

Wanted to leave work early but as 2:30 got closer and I was getting stressed I had an epiphany. The call is coming from inside the house. The majority of the pressure I feel is self imposed. 

Poetry group meets at a retirement complex. I heard an ambulance arrived right after I entered. I was overcome with wooziness in the lobby as we were leaving. As I was getting in my car another one rolled up. That building was strangely quiet tonight.

I'm telling the truth but not telling it slant

Writing poems about popping zits

Maybe the next will be about triangle shits