So, yesterday, I’m innocently working downstairs, and it sounds like water is running upstairs or in the kitchen. I limp upstairs to see what is up, and it’s raining in our guest room. Yeah, so that’s not good.
Luckily we live in a small town. We got an HVAC guy to come out right away, well as soon as he drops off his groceries.
The stairway to Our attic. Surprisingly small, apparently. Not that I can get up there right now.
Combined with this, a pipe in the sink in our downstairs bathroom corroded away. That, we think, we can do on our own.
What does this house think it is? 120 years old? Sheesh.