PTSD?

I think Erik suffers from PTSD ever since the ceiling debacle. It's like I live with a veteran.

We've been back in our place for four nights and Erik listens to the walls to see if he can hear anything There are some weird tiny pebble noises, and we did spend our first night back on an air mattress on the kitchen floor, but I see no cracks above my head. Oh wait. I didn't see any cracks last time either.

Our landlord paid illegal Romanian workers under the table to work on our place. They speak no German, or English and I kept finding them smoking in our bathroom which really took away the fresh paint smell of the apartment. But they were very friendly and had interesting box lunches which they ate by me.

For our temporary housing we were put up in the Hotel Maingau, a block away from us. Of course our landlord paid for the cheapest option and so we had a room with two twin beds nailed to opposite sides of the wall. We did however have CNN and SKY and BBC, which is just gluttonous. I could flip channels during the MJ funeral and I got to watch Richard Quest the horrible/awesome British business news reporter on CNN International. Youtube him, he's always yelling.

At least the sky falling helped us preempt any sadness we could have for leaving this place.