%$! The dropped ceiling in my spare room collapsed *again*. I'm getting so that anything stored in there is pretty much written-off & half-way out the door to the trash pile. Oh, well, at least it isn't the bed room or the living room.
And the cocoa shell manure the landlady used to landscape the property has sprouted orange mold. It better not spread to my apartment interior.
Bah. I got spoiled by the dry spring. Summer seems determined to make up for lost time & moisture.