this morning #861.

this morning, it slipped right out of my hand. slammed straight down to the tile below. shattered shards everywhere. my husband called out halfheartedly from the other room. “hey. everything ok in there?” no. everything was not ok in here. god forbid he come to the kitchen & see for himself. something in the muscles in my left hand had busted. i tried to shake it off but the feeling was lost all the way from my wrist right on down to my fingertips. my mind went to the worst. shit. is this what a stroke feels like? shit. is that burnt toast? oh. phew. it actually IS burnt toast. damn toaster always sticks. i’d have to get that fixed. first thing’s first though. hubby needs to get in here & give me a hand.