I don’t want to alarm myself, but our bathroom walls have apparently sprung a leak. Yes, that’s right: our walls are leaking. It sounded like rain pounding on the roof – only we live on the first floor of a two-story apartment building. Which means that someone is raining above us. I can’t quite help myself thinking of The Shining whenever I see errant water. I mean, you got walls weeping one second, and the next thing you know it’s a blood floodмебели in your hallway. True!