Woke up this morning to a beautiful rain falling on the roof. I lay in bed comfortably listening to the first big spring storm.
When I got up, I made coffee and looked out the window at the wet, wet world. The plants were happy, I supposed, but there would be no bird watching.
I didn't want to disturb Ili, so I went to the guest bathroom where I heard a drip, drip, drip. I thought it was the faucet in the tub, but there was no water on the nozzle. Dry. I reached up and felt the shower head. Dry too. WTF? Then I saw the source. The ceiling was bulging with water. Adrenaline.
Later, I found another leak in the bedroom.
Is there any winning? The roof is two and a half years old. I called the roofing company, but they have not called back.
I am destined to be poor, I think. And depressed.
I'm tired of losing. I want a break.