Yesterday, as I made my way down the stairs to start my day, I misjudged the last step and took a minor tumble. I wasn't hurt, unless you count my pride, but, this morning, you can be damn sure I was as careful as I could be on those stairs.
I wish I had been as careful in the kitchen, where I opened the cupboard to grab a coffee cup, just to have the heaviest one I own launch itself off the shelf and into my face.
Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
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