Bruise Free

I was just thinking about the bruises I used to find in the mornings when I got in the shower.  I knew I had tripped or run into something, but too drunk to remember when or where.  I also remember stumbling and falling several times in the closet while trying to get undressed and into bed.  Bad memories. Bruise free today, well almost, I’m not terribly graceful, but at least now I know when I run into the corner of the table because I’m not paying attention.  It’s not because I’m a stumbling drunk, just a sober klutz.