When something drops from the counter or fridge and my hands are full I get a leg or foot out there to slow it down before it goes crashing to the ground.
Today a bottle of Flying Dog Pale Ale was headed that way. I reacted.
Then had time to react again.
I got my foot out of there before it was a victim.
"fragile thoughts
from their egg-shell minds."
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