Like a waterfall

What a weekend. We came back from a relatively quiet shopping trip up at the Lake George outlets to the sound of running water. As we got inside, I realized to my horror that the sound of rushing water was coming from the waterfall in the rear of our office. The pipe in the ceiling had burst, leaving the back 1/3 of the room soaked. Thankfully, it was originally a garage, and the previous owners hadn't bothered to make the floor level.

Our contractor was able to come out that night and put a cap on the affected line, so that we could turn the water back on. Our insurance company got a cleanup team out the next day. The room is currently a wind tunnel while their dehumidifier and fans work the water out.

On top of all that, my gwraig is sick with a sinus infection and bronchitis. I'm so grateful to my mamau-yng-nghyfraith for coming up to help out with our little cwningen. I know they both enjoyed each other's company.

The cap on the weekend was this morning, though, when cwningen called out "dada" and when I went to look, she was sitting up, waiting for me. She babbled something else, and then said "mama" after I had picked her up. It made my day.