(You can read part one here)

I awoke this morning and lay on the couch where I sleep. It was cold in the room, as the sliding back door was open to let the dog out during the night. Wouldn’t you know the dog stayed in all night, and so did the cold.

The back door is covered with a curtain of louvered slats that are supposed to do a fancy quarter-turn twist to open and close at the tug of a draw. Of course the system is broken, like most every single thing else in this single-room studio apartment that the First Daughter and I have shared for two years now.

The draw system is fouled, and even two slats are missing; they broke and fell out too many times to try to repair again. Now a strip of daylight show through that void, and I can see into the back yard… through that narrow crack in the louvers…