um.

This is how our morning started. Well, actually that's not true. It really started at 4:30am when a 'new' hole allowed water to stream out of the ceiling into one of our numerous buckets (thanks to those who have lent us buckets!). Now I imagine how bad Chinese Water Torture would be. I got up to go run. Vincent managed to go back to sleep--he's insane like that. Then at 7:38 an insurance assessor came to look at the problem (who I thought would be coming at 8:30 and who would actually be a handyman come to fix it). Then, seriously, THREE minutes later the ceiling collapsed.

Two good things happened this morning. 1) I got to run in the city as the sun rose. 2) The drip drip drip has stopped.