I did need to get back.
For a shift on Friday.
To get my medication.
To clear up my house and roll.

My parents think I belong here.
My life fell apart.
And I think it was a natural turning point.

Don’t want to be here right now.
Pet sitting a dog in my home for 21 days next month?
It feels like not such a good plan.

A barking dog. Some money for my trouble. And not a good feeling about this.