Six Days Off

My almost-week alone was very nice.
I slept so much at night I took no nap.
I didn’t overuse any device,
but typed and solved and screened enough. One app
I glad-deleted. Masked and bombed I thrice
indulged. Of restlessness I had no scrap,
while anger and ennui did not impose.
I’m willing to come back now, I suppose.

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