What door?

Walking with a cup of hot coffee in hand, I was focused on our perfectly lit Christmas tree with its colorful lights, the sound of waves in the background. I was looking forward to a few moments of relaxation before the *bonk!* clunk $p!@sh! My focus did not include the clear glass door and I walked right into it. My head hit, my cup hit and the hot coffee splashed onto my clothes and the floor, dripping down the door. Rich was quick to act, taking the cup and cleaning up the mess, but first, making sure that I was okay. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.