Battling Entropy IV: End Days

The plumbing that I repaired myself after the Year of Ruin has suddenly started spraying jets of water across the bathroom again, out of every joint.  (This is not an exaggeration for dramatic effect;  it’s cartoon-like, and tends to hit me in the face, or the eye.)  The drawer facing that I glued back onto the drawer by the stove three years ago has also fallen off again, with no advance warning, managing to land squarely on my foot while doing so.

I am convinced that with my spells gone, a few moments after I remove the last object belonging to me from the attic of this house, the entire structure is going to compress into a shrieking, twisting pinpoint, Poltergeist-style, possibly taking much of Fifth Street with it.  Maybe I should have moved farther away…