Forecast for More of the Same

Giving no explanation for its actions, the leak has retreated. We are suspicious but grateful. At nearly 1:00 am I sit in an otherwise silent house listening to rain drumming off the roof, the gutters, the deck. Weather that would lend a cozy vibe to the holiday preparations instead is causing us to glance at the ceiling – every ceiling  in every room – frequently for signs of moisture.

Not a time to stick my noggin in a puddle and pretend it isn't happening, is it?

A dear neighbor has given me the number of a fellow who might do an interim check and repair. Meanwhile yet another roofing company will come out next week to give an estimate for whole roof replacement, and we're even having a heating fellow evaluate why only half the house seems to receive warmth at any given time.

A three cat, two Bordeaux (the See's variety) night if ever there was one.