My calendar and I are on good terms:
It tells me where and when and what to be,
And leaves to me deciding what is firm
And what was added arbitrarily,

And so when double bookings do occur,
Inevitable as housework, death, and taxes,
To sanity and wellness I defer
And other limitations learned through praxis.

But at this I’m not always that successful,
Since sometimes business slips between the cracks,
And sussing out one’s loyalties is stressful,
Which leaves a dearth of moments to relax.

But for the nonce, I’ll keep an even tread
As long as I don’t look too far ahead.