Felt somewhat better this morning. Put on my hoodie and got hit in the face with a brick.
My phone, which I’d been looking for, was in the pocket, which, swinging near my cheek, bashed rather than grazed. Like a punch from a boxer with a horseshoe in his glove.
Tripped walking up the stairs and coarse-shattered the bottom of my glass wine bottle, just filled with a fresh supply of two-flights-up drinking water.
How did a vessel containing three-quarters of a liter unleash enough fluid to create a swamp the size of Lake Wassahau?