Sunday morning I woke up uncomfortably early to go for a run with the St Paul girls. It was more like "Liz chases the St Paul girls because they're too fast for me" but a good time nonetheless. (Winter has been rough for training.) We saw Lake Nokomis, Lake Hiawatha and Mel-o-glaze. For some reason none of us actually got donuts.
After the run I had a full pot of coffee. (Win for Sundays!)
About half way into my pot of coffee, neighbor Steve called and said "is there a leak in your condo because the roof is leaking in the laundry room right next to where your unit starts". Oh fail!
Can you see the puddle? It's pretty prolific. |
Believe it or not, this wasn't the ice dam that actually caused the problem. The ice dam that caused the problem was so unimpressive that it's not even worth the picture. |
Doesn't it look like he's teaching me something right there? Explaining the structure of the ice dam perhaps? (He was really just trying to break the sucker up with a garden trowel.) |
After the ice dam experience I went and made breakfast. (It was lunch at that point.) Then I did my usual Sunday thing of sacking out on my couch. (Aren't long naps on the weekends just the greatest?) I never really woke up from said nap although my eyes were open most of the afternoon. I talked to my parents a little at night and then went to bed for real.
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