In the grand scheme of things, the leak was not as bad as it could have been. The pipe did not BURST sending gallons of water into my home, instead it misted for months until it reached a saturation point. A tipping point, if you will, and started to drip into my hallway sometime last night or this morning.
Lucky for me, I have a good friend who is a contractor who had a free hour this morning. He came over, cut a hole in the ceiling and then a bigger hole. Clamped it and ordered a new eight foot pipe and will be back next week to cut more holes–in my bathroom ceiling–and replace the section of pipe.
Then we start waiting again for the next leak to show itself and start the dance all over again. Waiting, crying, fixing. Waiting, crying, fixing.
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