I broke my favorite coffee mug to smithereens yesterday during a bobbling clumsy moment doing the breakfast dishes. I literally shed a few tears over that. I suppose it's not good to get so attached to a thing, but I was. I bought it in a store in Moab, Utah on a trip a couple of years ago. It was a lovely handmade one, tall and slender with a perfect fire orange and dark ivory glaze that evoked the desert area there.Consolation prize: waterbugs
