There’s been heavy rain since last night. This morning, David pointed out a chunk of wet, peeling paint on the ceiling, next to the skylight. And, as I was sitting here in the dining room, putting some money back into the rapidly decreasing line of credit, I heard a dripping noise that was very clearly coming from inside. I turned to see water, dripping down from the top of the double windows onto the peeling windowsill, from where, it bounced into the ever widening puddle on the floor.
I don’t need any more confirmation we’re doing the right thing at the right time.
I only hope the house can stay standing for a few more months.
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