"There's a fire, sir."

Some of you may recognize that code phrase from Crichton's The Andromeda Strain. But today I was confronted (somewhat after the fact) not with a bacteriological emergency, but the more literal and common disaster.

When I got home this evening, I discovered that one of the apartments across the courtyard/parking lot had completely burnt out. (Which explained the sirens I heard around lunchtime, at the office just a few blocks away.) Even though it was on the other side of the complex and a brief talk with the manager assured me there was nothing I need to do, turn off, etc, I am presently dealing with an all-too-predictable anxiety ("omg what if all my stuff burned up, what would I doooooooo?").

And just this morning, my only worry was calling maintenance (again) about a leak, and preparing to renew my lease in another month. o.O