Being a landlord seems difficult, even to an outsider. I couldn't deal with tenants all the time, that's for certain. But when a tenant (c'est moi) has a legitimate issue (the leaky roof that hasn't been repaired after SEVEN FUCKING YEARS), I think it's bad form to send a card from your south-of-the-border vacation home to tell me how much you're enjoying the beautiful sunny weather. I can't afford a south-of-the-border vacation home. If I could, I'd move out of this leaky death trap, and we wouldn't be having this conversation. So enjoy your vacation, I guess. When you get back, I'll be the one answering the door wearing scuba gear.