My computer desk shattered out of the blue this morning.
My computer, Sancho the Second, briefly dangled inches above masses of shattered safety glass.
Because I’ve been doing lots of relaxation exercises recently, I simply said, “Huh. Darn,” and got to cleaning.
I’ve spent much of the day since tidying and organizing, including placing my happily-still-functional Sancho on the filing cabinet currently serving as my makeshift desk.
I smiled, feeling myself that much-missed deefiness.