A window in my bathroom that I had believed was rotted/molded shut was opened yesterday for the first time in probably 10+ years. I don't live in a rotting building, but it's just very, very old. It's an "East Coast" brown stone that somehow got beamed onto the beach in LA. It was built in the 1920's and probably served as a hotel for people who lived in Hollywood or Beverly Hills. Anyway, I finally complained about this window and the Gods of building management shone on me and two guys came yesterday to open it and figure out how to replace it.

I had this very romantic idea that the Opening of the Bathroom Window symbolized the opening of my soul to new life and access to the flow of energy (and air) into my world. That is, until the incredible stench from the shaft outside of the window wafted into my bathroom. My neighbor across the way had warned me about the smell, but I wasn't prepared.

Just for today, I can appreciate closed windows.