John and I both are home sick today. I find it frustrating that I don't feel like doing a darn thing but rest. He got up before me and went into the kitchen. I hear a crash, words that I can't repeat and then silence. I went into the kitchen and to find a wine bottle had broken. I guess a coffee cup had fallen and landed on top of the wine bottle. I mourned the loss of that wine bottle, but enjoyed the scent it left behind.