Atonement

I approach mondays like a toddler that has fallen, badly, and is sitting in complete silence, contemplating whether they want to giggle, scream, or act like nothing happened.
Yesterday, I did something that I am not proud of. I lost someone's underwear. I tried very hard to right the wrong, but they ended up being disposed of instead of landing in their rightful owners possession.
I feel that today, I have atoned for my sins. A very large, entirely full, bottle of wine jumped off of a table and landed on the top of my foot. My foot saved said bottle from shattering and I wear the proof in the form of a swollen, bruised, lump.
Pretty much instant karma if you ask me.