Then we would be going to restaurants instead of painting, sawing, trimming, screwing (not the good kind). If the ceiling leaks in a restaurant, we are not responsible.
Oh well. Too late. The ceiling leaked, and we are responsible. (The light fixture is, indeed, full of water.)
We are almost at the end of the road with the upstairs apartment. A little painting, and really, that's it. Oh, and the ceiling, I almost forgot: cutting out the damaged drywall, patching, compounding, sanding, and painting. That'll only take, say, two days. Grrr.
It won't be long before we can start all of this again (whee!) on our own apartment. Unlike with the upstairs, however, we can take our time, limited only by how long we are willing to live in total chaos. Don't you wish your living room was filled with handy tools and lumber like ours is? We're short on the sofas, chairs, and general comfort of the traditional living room, it's true. But we've got ambiance. Perhaps we should open a restaurant.
