Flash Fiction # 252: That kind of day

The day started with my clock taking off from the nightstand with a wail of the alarm, flying around the room for five minutes while I tried to catch it, and then exploding in mid-air, showing the room with bits of plastic.This was the third exploding clock this month.It was half an hour late waking me besides.  I threw myself into the shower, pulled on clothing I'd put out the night before -