Chloe said to me one evening as she was pulling out her P.J.'s . . . Dad, I hear a noise.
So, I crawl through the attic to investigate (that brought back memories of helping Dad blow insulation into our attic may years ago, but somehow wasn't quite as itchy).
Here is the source of Chloe's drip:
The next day, the power went out in the 2 bathrooms and master bedroom (for completely unrelated reasons).
I think that if I had a dog, he would have probably run away that weekend!
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