The work has finally begun on my ceiling. It only took two and a half months to get the insurance approval to start the repairs.
This also means my house is a wreck. My wife and I are back in the spare bedroom and every other available space in the house either is covered with plastic and in varying stages of sheetrock replacement, mudding, sanding, painting, etc., or has crap from the areas under repair in it.
The cats are hiding. The dog is glued to my side and the parrot is unhappy about being in her tiny travel cage.
They tell me the repairs will take 4-5 days.
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