Wet Christmas

The rain is back, as expected. Once again my desire to have roasted elf for dinner on Christmas Day has gone unfulfilled. An elf is hard to catch. So are those tiny reindeer, which means I don't even get my second choice meal. It's macaroni and cheese again.

I'm worried about the ceiling in my room. The potential leak is right above a bunch of stuff I don't want to have to move, and not far from being above the cables connected to my computer. It's expected to rain almost every day this week, too. Someone ought to have given me buckets for Christams. And a fire extinguisher.