A warm spell in January is always a pleasant surprise, especially coming right on the heels of a fat blizzard. I managed to rouse myself out of both hibernation and my apartment, going for a walk up to The Wedge and back, skipping over puddles and feeling the warmth of the sun on my hatless head.

Every pleasantry has a price, though. Sudden warmth and a heavy snowpack lead to lots of water everywhere: lying in puddles on the curb, flowing down gutters, dripping from my goddamn kitchen ceiling. This makes two apartments in two years with leaky kitchens for me. At least the ceiling hasn’t caved in (knock wood).

It’s enough to make me consider getting honest work. People with jobs can afford to live in buildings with functioning roofs, right?