Remember, a couple of times now I think, I mentioned how everything suddenly got much worse right after I started feeling like I was getting a few things off my plate? Well the basement floor is almost done (just ignore that it is still “almost” done after two months of wrangling with the floor people), I’m on a term break from school until the end of the month, I’ve got a three month break from cancer treatment, and I’m still, for the time being, working from home. Things are settling down and maybe, just maybe, I can come out of crisis mode for a while.
Yesterday, I found this in the downstairs bathroom –
That would be a leak in the plumbing somewhere in the ceiling. The bulge was not there two days ago and as for the (what are hopefully) patches of mildew (and not black mold) I couldn’t say how long they’ve been there. I don’t routinely inspect my ceilings because I am a shit homeowner, apparently.
The plumber is supposed to arrive in about fifteen minutes and then we get to spend a few thousand dollars and FSM knows how long having at least one bathroom destroyed (maybe both bathrooms if our usual luck continues) and then we get to spend another few thousand dollars and FSM knows how long getting it put back together again.
We made a big mistake when we bought instead of just continuing to rent.