Actually it was the clock in the bathroom next to the closet. One minute I'm opening the closet door next to the clock and the next thing I hear a crash with glass everywhere.
I'm blaming Daylight Saving Time.
Other possibilities include suicide, an ill fated escape attempt or me disturbing it's morning levitation exercises and tragically breaking it's trance. There's another theory that "Drew is clumsy", but I'm discounting that one for now.
Anyway things are all (more) askew today as I was forced to operate a vacuum cleaner before having coffee this morning, which is surely a fate which should be wished on no one. And I'm not sure what I might have inadvertently vacuumed up, but I'm pretty sure some of my vintage dust and hair collection is gone now.