I was on the phone with gaaldine for the first time in 1.73 million years when, about a foot from me, one of the fluorescent light-covering panels in the kitchen came crashing down for no reason we could see. MEEP. It broke the last of the set of tall glasses markgritter's brother Dan gave us for a wedding present (though we still have two tumblers from the set), and it gave me quite a turn.
The sky is, in fact, falling. Reports not exaggerated.
Quick! (Or, y'know, slowly. Whichever.) Tell me something anti-entropic! Conceptually if not literally.