It’s been raining for two days, and the weather dude says it won’t stop until Wednesday. Everything smells like rot and decay. The roof over our bedroom sprung a leak. Sam the roof guy can’t fix it until the rain stops, so we’re keeping things as dry as we can with plastic sheets, newspaper, paper towels, and rolled up bath towels. Still, the plaster wall is buckling and the ceiling has a deep brown circle. I fell asleep on Saturday night to the drip drip drip feeling the futility of keeping a house erect. For every new shingle or coat of paint that we add, the wind and rain just rips another hole through.

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