When I left this morning, the roofing folks were up on the roof removing the shingles. They couldn’t start till today because of rain last week.

When I came home this evening, there was a hole in my ceiling.

Apparently they were working with the various vents, and one had an odd
elbow. They did whatever they did to remove shingles and lay new paper. In the process a huge pipe, bigger than my wrist, apparently dropped to the ceiling and broke through. It bounced. Didn’t actually come through and hit the floor. The pipe seems to be original, 1937.

Luckily I keep the back bedroom door closed and have a blanket shoved under it so that I don’t have to heat/cool it. That means that most of the plaster hit the blanket and not the hardwood floor. Unfortunately, now that I have a hole up to the attic, I’ve turned the heat completely off. It’s all going to escape up that hole anyway. Logic doesn’t keep me from freezing however, and I’m cold.

So now on top of the new roof and gutters, a plumber and a plaster guy have to be involved :( How I’m supposed to afford all this is beyond me. I’m feeling a mix of panicked anxiety, despair, and melancholia.