Progress

After I published that last post, I turned off the lamp near me and stumbled, in the dark, toward the room light. I tripped over my bike and knocked over a vase in the process, shattering it. I can't decide whether I'll miss it--it was pretty enough, but it was given to me under circumstances I came to resent, if not regret. It wasn't a big deal either way. Not quite a decade ago when I was stumbling around in the dark, I lacerated my forearm (I still have the scar), so a shattered vase is progress.