This morning, which began late and a bit frantic anyway, Larry noticed a wet spot on the sisal rug in the bedroom right next to the co-sleeper. He immediately blamed the cat (poor Boo!), but I realized that it was in the exact same spot that the leak from the air conditioner made when we first bought the house. That prompted me to look up (it takes awhile, but I *do* learn eventually) to see that the (still unrepaired) ceiling was once again leaking.
However, despite the fact that our HVAC-breaking friend is coming to visit in two weeks, it was NOT the air conditioning leaking again. It appears that the two weeks of torrential downpours have had an adverse effect on our roof. The water was running down from a nailhead, down the ceiling boards and onto the drywall that makes up the second story ceiling. Presumably it found the path of least resistance and ended up leaking out the same spot on the ceiling.
Larry is going to call our faithful general contractor today to see if he has a recommendation for roof repair, but for now there's a bucket in the attic and a towel on the floor. And no end in sight, since it's already raining, and the remnants of Ernesto are headed this way.
By the way, I'd like to go on record as saying that even though it's not the air conditioning, I'm nonetheless blaming this latest disaster on the upcoming visit from She Who Breaks Our HVAC System, since she asked me just the other day about how the MEH was doing, thus invoking the wrath of the Home Repair Gods
