oh, what a night
I was sitting on the floor yesterday afternoon while I re-wrote a piece of educational content for the web. When I got up, I noticed that my pants were wet. I thought that maybe I had spilled water without realizing it. That wasn’t it; my water glass was full. I thought that maybe – horrors – I had lost control of my bladder, though how this could’ve happened without me realizing it was very worrisome. I checked; that wasn’t it either. I dismissed it and went back to work.
As I turned off my computer at the end of the work day, I noticed a large damp spot on the carpet. I blotted it up with a towel and dismissed it again, heading out for a rainy evening walk with the pup.
When I went upstairs again, I noticed that the spot had tripled in size, and there were two more spots. I remembered that my water pressure had been odd the day before (they turned it off while they fixed a leak in the toilet) and wondered if perhaps something had sprung a leak! I decided that I would feel better if someone looked at it, even if it wasn’t really a maintenance emergency.
Apparently there was a leak in the roof and water was flowing down inside the walls and into my bedroom. I went downstairs a few hours later and noticed paint bubbles appearing on the ceiling. By this time, I was in a constant state of giggles as I watched each new spot appear in my bedroom. Finally, I moved the couch away from the bubbles (resisting the urge to rearrange the living room at the same time), turned off my computer and moved the cords out of the line of fire (err, water), and went to bed.
They came by today to extract the water from the carpet and left me with a giant fan to help dry it. This thing is crazy. All I can do is laugh because it’s so loud that I cannot hear myself think. Really, I cannot hear anything. There could be an actual war going on in my living room and I’d be clueless. Every time I touched the bed, Atlas would literally jump because he couldn’t hear me coming. Around the middle of the afternoon, I had to turn it off for a few seconds of peace. I looked behind me and Atlas had that half-lidded blissed-out look of pleasure on his face, the one he gets when I scratch in just the right place. Apparently he was enjoying the quiet too.
Let’s hope it dries quickly! I rather miss my hearing.