We woke up Saturday morning to water pouring out of one of the recessed lights in the master bathroom. The house is not even four years old, so there should NOT be a roof leak. Nonetheless, that appears to be the case. We pulled the light out, cut the power to that part of the house, and dug around in the attic trying to find the source. As luck would have it, the master bath is the only part of the house where you can’t get into the roof above. We’d had a very light rain earlier that day, certainly nothing out of the ordinary. On Sunday, the “wet spot” on the ceiling grew. And last night, I was awakened by the sound of more water dripping. (No rain since Friday, so it’s even more puzzling.)
It’s beginning to look like some sheetrock will have to be replaced, more than likely, some of the insulation above, and who knows what else. But we have insurance, friends who are good contractors, and the financial security to make it all right again.
For that, I am thankful. I know all too well that this sort of unexpected problem could be financially devastating for a lot of people. It might become a choice between paying the power bill or patching the roof. So, as aggravating as this is, I’m thankful it isn’t worse.