three things ominously broke in the course of the day:

1. the framing glass of the chicken, artwork of infinite sentimental value; tipping over onto the sidewalk between unloading the car and propping onto dollies

2. my gorgeous, voluptous white norwegian vase i selected from abodeon, the beloved vintage store on mass ave near porter square; found shattered into pieces upon opening one of my storage boxes from the summer

3. my hope for a good night's sleep. i still can't locate my pillows.