Yesterday, water started dripping from the ceiling in our ground floor. N and I, beaten into complete intellectual impotence by the grueling heat wave, forgot that we have a whole other floor over the ground floor and a bathtub right on top of the leak.
We stared stupidly at the dripping water. Then N ambled outside to see if it was raining, which of course it wasn’t. He returned and we stared stupidly at each other. Then he ambled outside to look for the rain again. Then I did. No rain was occurring. Then we stared stupidly some more. Then N decided to climb up onto the roof to see if it was leaking. I stared at him dumbly and said it was a good idea.
Thankfully, at that moment, Klara dropped something upstairs, awakening us to the reality of the second floor’s existence.