Twelve hours later, I'm still not sure what happened.
I made dinner. It was simple and sufficient. Nothing more.
Clean up, however, was a different story. It's also when things got a little fuzzy. At some point, I guess I opened the cabinet door to put away the clean dishes. That's when the crash happened. Something fell from the top shelf, drug a few items with it, and crashed on my head. The toll: one broken champagne flute, a wine glass, two candlesticks, and a ceramic bowl.
My first thought (once I determined I didn't have a head injury)? -- The ad I saw on my way home.
Sandwiches at Subway are $4.