Speeding

I woke at seven. Not long enough, but was there more time to sleep?
I didn’t think so.

We researched in the morning until we left.
Phil went to a specialist.
I filled the car’s tank and entertained boys.
We drove forty minutes
To a farm equipment dealer,
Spent a scant hour there,
Buying the equivalent of a car.
We raced back forty minutes
And arrived, to the minute,
When Phil was scheduled for a scan.
I drove across town to get takeout,
Back across town to get Phil,
Then drove the hour home.
Six hours, most of it spent speeding.

On reaching home, I wanted nothing
But a quiet room and a plate of food.

One friend, when she learned this tale,
Wrote, “days like this make me sure you're a superhero.”
Boosted my spirits.

And made me remember that I’m glad
My quiet room has email.