My pending aquaphobia update

My Brother-the-plumber came by this morning.  He looked up at my ceiling and nodded.  “Yup,” he said.  Then he battled his way into the closet-of-doom and I heard, “Yep” again, only muffled this time.

“It’ll be about $300.00.  But you never know what I’ll find up there.  The rest could be just a mess, too.”

He was quoting the family price, remember.

He’s returning in the morning or Wednesday to tackle the job.  Until then, I’m going to be in the fetal position drinking wine directly out of the bottle.