When Bad Ceilings Happen to Good People

Friday morning moments after I brushed my teeth in the bedroom, the knee of my pants split and I needed to walk back to the bedroom. Upon my return I felt some drops on my head,  a wet spot on my sock, and discovered this.

I panicked and called my mother in FL. Cliff thinks my reaction was ridiculous. I know, I know it isn't a big deal compared to flooding, mudslides and avalanches. Still, most of the time I can accept a popcorn ceiling as just a part of renting and force it out of my mind.  As soon as the rain stops, the building crew will repair it. They will do a good job, but until then...

this ceiling is mocking me!