The super came a few weeks ago to tell me my downstairs neighbor had a leak. Since I was moving out I didn’t care about what he had to do to fix it, I was already beginning to pack my things.

After looking around he said it was probably the air conditioner but he’d be back to fix it another time. I sit here now as the movers take my couch to goodwill and watch as the water drips down from the air conditioner onto the ground. Sorry.

I’ve since moved to two places, one of which is a barn occupied by a small mouse I’ve named Moe. Moe hangs around the doorway now and peers over at his new roommate then leaves. I’ve made him my outside pet. He’ll be disappointed to know I’ve bought ultrasonic plug ins to keep him away.

I guess that’s life, one minute you’re leaking water into your downstairs neighbor’s apartment, the next you’re rooming with a field mouse.