A roll of tape is in your hand. This is the window by the fire escape. The loose Sill Latch has slipped out of alignment three times this week, letting cold drafts curl around the sash edge and rattle the... Read more
The wood trim has pulled away from the wall. You can see darkness behind it. You’re kneeling by the living room window that faces the apartment hallway, a tube of white paintable latex caulk in your grip, because you noticed... Read more
Two windows face the same street. Only one side of the room is cold. You prop your elbow on the hallway trim, holding a non-contact temperature gun you grabbed from the utility closet 30 seconds earlier, and squint at both... Read more
The bed is cold. The window is still cracked. You pad out of your bedroom in fuzzy socks, squinting at the dim hallway light that leaks through your front door, and make your way to the offending window above the... Read more