Today was okay. Busy, but fine. Whatever.
(Still unemployed. Husband left the country on a trip this morning. I had to get up super early today. Took my car for an oil change. Just regular life.)
And then at 9:15 tonight, my son said, “Is that water?” He pointed to my office ceiling, the same ceiling that is only two years old.
This is the ceiling that was repaired after a toilet overflowed and left puddles of water that rained onto my desk. It cost a lot and involved my insurance company and ended up raising my insurance rates.
Yeah, that ceiling. It has an unmistakably wet mushy spot.
It’s always something, isn’t it?
This time I poked a big hole in it and only a few drops of water plunked onto my desk chair.
I guess I’ll be calling a plumber tomorrow.