The fan was supposedly fixed over the weekend. It started making funny noises this morning and died just now.
Meanwhile, DOB was running late owing to feeling cruddy and was just about to get in the shower when the door to our room blew shut.
No big deal, except that the doorknob was off. It's been falling off for awhile, but being mechanically declined we have just been shoving it back together and using it as is. This time, though, the doorknob had fallen off and DOB had left it inside the room, which meant opening the door was now impossible. Also DOB's work clothes were still in the bedroom.
We tried anyway, unscrewing anything screw-like on the outside, but it turned out this was purely cosmetic. The inside parts were inaccessible from that side. So were the hinges.
Fortunately the window was open (of course, if it hadn't been the door might not have blown shut, but it tends to shut itself anyway), so with the aid of DOB and a stepstool I was able to climb in from the flowerbed.
(Of course it wasn't burglary; burglary requires an intent to commit a felony. DOB was probably ready to commit a felony, but he wasn't the one who climbed in.)
It would have been really, really funny to watch . . .