Was nearly midnight when I did recall that the sole of my slipper is hanging loose. Hard to bear the thought of awakening without my slipper to shield me from the chilled floor. Ventured out into the old cowshed to search for glue to repair footwear but failed to find any among the old pots, pans, oil cans, and Suzukis. What to do? May have to hop down stairs in the cold morning light of dawn. God preserve us all.