so the drainage situation in paul's neck of the woods has expanded to a leakage situation in my own. i was almost out the door this morning when i took one last glance and thought, now that looks odd. the east wall of my living room was having some sort of issue that was unclear to me at that point. in the dreary rainy early morning light, i realized that right where the ceiling adjoins the top of the wall, the paint was sagging down in a nice little reverse bunting effect [the flag, not the bird]. and there were definitely some faint drippage marks, rolling down the wall.

 

it finally clicked in my pre-caffeinated brain that THIS is the noise i had been hearing at four or five in the morning. i had assumed the chinese water torture was happening elsewhere; against the siding or down an eavespout or by the window, or, you know, at the very least, SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE.

 

all that being said, it doesn't seem to be too serious... yet. no gushing water, no puddles on the carpet, no floodwaters. called the landlord, he called back, i imagine he'll show up sometime soon [they're good like that].

 

meanwhile, i wait. i've been doing a lot of waiting lately...

 

 

update: still waiting. no floods, no landlords. i sopped up the puddle forming in the droopy paint bunting. documentation of this annoying non-catastrophe starts here if you are really that bored.