Fragile as Blown Glass

The thing about broken glass is, no matter how hard you try, you're never certain you've located all the pieces; they hide and come back to haunt you. Twice this week I have broken things made of glass, and while I'm not exactly the most graceful soul to cross this darkling plain, I'm generally not given to causing mayhem around me.

I keep thinking perhaps the Universe is trying to tell me something.