Disaster Zone

Got home.

Splitting headache.

Wanted bed.

Broken glass all over.

Third one in a month.

Nothing to drink from, soon.

Guilty kitten face.

Checked every paw.

No blood.

Two different shoes--

no matching pair in reach.

Hands and knees...

broom, dustpan, papertowels.

Moved furniture.

Shard in palm.

Better than sole!

Trash bag ripped.

Broken glass all over.

Again.

Gave up.

Texted brother:

Wear slippers.

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