The plumbers came. They saw. And they have conquered the leak. Neo-Niagra is no longer cascading from my ceiling. Of course, now I have to repair the aftermath…assorted holes in walls and ceilings, not to mention the soggy drywall behind the upstairs vanity. I just fixed that after replacing the sink a week ago. So I knew I was in trouble when I touched it lightly and my finger went right through it. The plumber didn’t even need to use his saw to get access to the drip; the wet-wall just tore away.
I suppose we were due. We haven’t had any major repairs to the house in the nine years we’ve been here. But I must say, I didn’t expect this house to emulate the wonderful one hoss shay. Right now I’m holding my breath, wondering what’s next. Still, for tonight the silence is wonderful.