The Sky is Falling

So, I live in a house which, despite its MANY flaws, I am in love with. I can't help it. It has charm and bright colors, old moldings and archways, high ceilings and wood floors. Most days I am completely delighted to live here. That said, the other days, the ones during which I am not delighted, are terrible. They are filled with raccoons and leaks and broken light fixtures. And falling ceilings.
Today we had a falling ceiling. The second in a year.
I should say that the ceiling in the kitchen has been cracked since we moved in, and we have had leaking, but the structure never seemed to weaken. Until yesterday. Somehow what was a crack a few days ago became a gap in the ceiling early yesterday. While both Bryan and I thought that it looked a bit unsafe, we were not overly concerned until late yesterday when the "gap" widened a significant amount.
This morning Bryan took the following pictures and sent them to the landlord for review.

Upon arriving home from work I found the ceiling looking more precarious. Bryan had decided to move the hutch, which is filled with all of our dishes, just as a precaution. Good move Bryan.

Not two hours after I arrived home, and only moments after leaving the kitchen, the ceiling fell. Seriously. See for yourself.

I am out of blogging time so I cannot write much commentary. The pictures will have to speak for themselves.