Little dog, I know there are times you can’t help but be under foot, and I know you don’t understand the harshness in my voice when I tell you to move sometimes, but let the record reflect that harshness is in my voice because I’m carrying something that if I dropped it on you, would kill you dead.
In the parlance of my youth, “roll a saving throw, you’re still dead!”
Over the weekend while moving a small (empty) book shelf an inch or so forward away from the wall to see if anything had fallen behind it, I participated in an unscheduled gravity check.
Unsurprisingly, gravity still works, as proven when the shelves gave way and landed on my foot (primarily my big toe). The shelves were only particle board, so I seem to have escaped with nothing worse than bruising, but I’ll be limping for a while.
But if you have any concerns at all on the status of gravity, I can assure you that it’s still working fine in my part of the world.
Candles & Curses 