Mom said she'll check with Uncle Barrett (who hasn't been in the best of health himself lately) and see when he might feel up to coming over to look at it, since we can't really afford an actual carpenter to come look at it at the moment.
In the meanwhile, just in case my realignment doesn't hold, I've placed a chair with a couple cases of bottled water on it against the door.
The legal firm and Social Security needs to move a bit faster on my disability appeal.