After we had the living room ceiling ripped out, Jason bought a water detector and a camera scope that he used to search every nook and cranny of our house between the upstairs bathroom at the east end of the house (where the Incident occurred) to the downstairs HVAC closet at the west end (where the result of the Incident was discovered in the form of an unwelcome waterfall).
After DIY replacing a bulging balloon of an HVAC flex that was threatening to burst over our couch any minute, at last it was determined that we were water-free.
So we got a new ceiling.
Gary, endlessly generous grandpa and home fixer extraordinaire, spent a few days painting.
And then—we moved the furniture back in, oh happy day.
We still have the dining room chandelier to replace as it seems to have gotten damaged in the chaos, but everything else is, thankfully, back as it should be.
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