I was awakened this morning at 5:30 by Gus trying to get into the bedroom. The door was sticking against something, so I got up to see what it was.
A glass of water I’d left on the dresser by the door had apparently exploded* at some point during the night. Seriously. Water and glass all over the place. So I shooed Gus away (to protect his tender little paws) and cleaned it up. A shard was jammed under the door, which us why (fortunately) Gus couldn’t get in. Think of poor little Gus and his poor little paws. Plus it’s bad enough having to clean up broken glass in the middle of the night; it would have been much worse to be awakened by the howls a frightened and injured Basset Hound/Beagle.
Anyway. I am up. Have been since then. It’s sort of hard to compose your nerves after that. I swear, one of these days I’ll get a full night’s sleep.
* This can happen to any glass at any time. I was once making soup in a pot with a glass lid when the glass exploded, ruining not only the put lid but the soup as well. Fortunately I had stepped out of the kitchen for a moment or it might have ruined my eyes as well.