A few weeks ago, the head maintenance worker had to enter my cluttered condo to inspect my apartment's plumbing. He'd found several things wrong with my toilets and my hot water heater. So, he recommended a special plumber to work on my various problems...

Unfortunately, despite discarding various paper and junk on the floor, said plumber couldn't make it through my 'obstacle course', and said that my clutter constituted a potential fire hazard. (In order to work on the hot water heater, the plumber would have to cut a hole in the wall behind it, and remove the insulation within it. Using his soldering tool could result in a possible conflagration with anything on the other side of said wall.)

Long story short, I'll be spending X number of weeks getting rid of papers, toys, and personal possessions on my own; or else, the local Fire Department will discard everything I own (including items I'd spent thousands of dollars on - including books, electronic appliances, art supplies, etc.), plus I run the risk of getting evicted from my condo (after 25 years of living in my Margate, Florida home)!

To further complicate matters, my home computer conked out this morning, and it now needs a reboot - which means I won't be able to submit any new material for a long, long time. (This journal was printed from a tablet.)

My worst fantasy is coming true... I'm reenacting an episode of "Hoarders" - without even being on TV...