I’m standing in the kitchen cooking dinner: breakfast foods, at the request of The Empress of Whisky.
I feel something brush the side of my head. I glance down at the floor and see a fuzzy white thing.
I assume this must be some bit of loose ceiling material that just decided to fall from the hole above.
I resume cooking, trying to get these eggs just the way The Empress likes them.
I catch, out of the corner of my eye, another bit of white fluffiness falling from the hole in the ceiling.
At this point I say, out loud, “Hey!”
Giggling follows from above, through the hole in the ceiling.
It’s The Empress, throwing rolled up bits of paper at me from the upstairs bathroom.
I knew, when we had that leak, the one that put the hole in the ceiling, that there would be struggles in the days ahead, as we waited for renovation.
This one was totally unexpected.
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