Big Boots

Last night, I took off my Red Wings at the foot of my bed. 

In the middle of the night, I got up.  As I swung my leg over the side of the bed, I hit a boot and fell flat on the ground.   My dog, Morgan, woke up with a "Huh, what?" look and then went back to sleep.

A couple hours later I got up again, forgetting about the boots.  This time I made it out of bed, but when I was walking around the bedroom, I stubbed my toe on one of the boots, and I had to hop around for a couple minutes in pain.  This time, Morgan didn't bother waking up.

That teaches me to have both coffee and tea with desert at Chez Panisse.