For now I'm just watching the rain, and keeping an eye on the stain that has appeared on the ceiling of my room. A new leak. No sooner do I get the roof over the den fixed than a new leak opens up at the other end of the house. The composition shingles on the roof are more than twenty years old, and nearing the end of their life expectancy. All this rain is apt to saturate the leach lines of the septic system, too. They were built about fifty years ago, and are also nearing the end of their life expectancy. This house is about to become a money pit, and there's no money to toss into it. Next time there's an eclipse, I might be able to watch it through a big hole in the roof, while taking a leak in a bucket.
I need lunch. These are prospects I don't wat to contemplate on an empty stomach.