Where’s MY Ceiling Cat?
What you’re looking at is the hole we had to cut in my ceiling on April 6th, when the upstairs neighbor’s drain overflowed. In addition to running down the inside of the walls, it also formed a puddle between the floors and was dripping down through the sheetrock. We had to cut the hole to drain the lake.
As always happens when you finally peel back the layers of the unknown and get your first look at how things really are, you discover that all of the mystical explanations are wrong. Instead, you see a logical, predictable, and knowable universe.
There is no ceiling cat. There never was a ceiling cat.
You may recall I’ve been living in a hotel since September 1st, when we finally did the demolition of the walls and ceiling (there is now a much bigger hole in the ceiling). Since then, nothing has happened on the rebuild. Everything is moving slower than a fundie’s brain in a biology class.
Anyway, the rebuild finally begins tomorrow, one whole month after the demolition. And that was with me pushing hard on people to get all of the details resolved. If I had let things proceed at their own pace, it probably would have taken twice as long.
They’re telling me the rebuild will take about two weeks. Don’t ask me why. It doesn’t look like two weeks worth of work to me. Don’t they do stuff like this in an afternoon on those home improvement cable shows?