So I finished restoring the old thermostat and powering up the HVAC system again. I got through five of the six outlet replacements, which was a little scary, as half of those outlets had wires on both side sof the plug that were partially stripped and exposed. Thank god we have plastic boxes and not metal, or this place would have burned down years ago.
Anyhow, I’m sitting there, tooling along, enjoying the electrical work (it’s fun, it’s easy, and it doesn’t involve smelly black shit), and enjoying the nice heavy thunderstorm. drip … drip … drip gosh, it feels nice to drip have an actual drip storm.
Consciousness returns at this point, and Aaron realizes a dripping sound should not be heard inside the room behind him. I turn around, and lo and behold, the middle of our ceiling is dripping in the newly painted and wired office. HOLY SHIT! So I quickly cut away the blistering portion of the ceiling, and proceed to freak out. It is fortuitous, I suppose, that I had to be here late, because the telvision that was to be delivered betwen nine and five (and would call an hour earlier) will not be here before seven. For once, I’m happy Eagle USA, the most worthless shipper on earth for consumers, is delinquent, and who knows when next I would have been here to check on the room. A quick trip to the attic didn’t show any drips coming down from the roof, so I’m completely out of ideas, and have called our favorite handyman for immediate assistance.
Shit on a stick!