I was just holding a knife in my right hand, pointed up, while I bent over and used my left hand to put a dish in the dishwasher. Only as I straightened up did I realize the knife’s point had come within an inch or less of my neck. Then I wondered whether, if I had been found dead with a sliced-open jugular, everyone would say “I had no idea she was so depressed!” or whether everyone would know I was just clumsy.
So, for future reference, I’m just clumsy. I’d much rather die a slow death by chocolate.
Speaking of which, yesterday I found a Cadbury Mini-Egg in the bottom of a craft drawer. That was a good day.