Looking over my week, this one has turned out rather well.

A better week than I feared or thought,
I finish in a quiet frame of mind.
With muscles sore, and calm dearly bought
With all the hours I could find
To weave a schedule and a plan
That would do for all in my care
And create order the year to span
for all whose goals I share.
Some things finished, some things not
But most coming together–and none forgot!
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