Above is the illustration Brett provided me with that explains what the h-e-double-hockey sticks happened last night. It's the cross-view of our attic, looking down the line. The sword looking thing on the left is the jack, placed on top of the joist. Unbeknownst to us, the joist was already cracked, so upon jacking up the roof, the added pressure caused the joist to break even further, thus the falling-ceiling-effect. The sad face in the lower left is me. Brett and Eric worked until 12:30 am. Apparently Alan (MVP) came by for a while, as well. The guys were working until the wee hours, and even managed to slap up a piece of fascia board...with headlamps as their source of light. Badasses. I am so grateful for such an insanely hard-working husband, and such wonderful friends to help. I'm also grateful for new days, and new perspectives.
Here are a few more pics from yesterday before the ceiling incident. I was able to paint our fascia board while Scout was napping, and managed to do the final touches with her on my back when she woke up. Scout was not too into the sun shade though, and preferred sticking her head outside of it. Once on the outside, however, she'd get stuck, and be unhappy about her situation. The photo sequence pretty well captures how she looked much of the time while on my back...until I came up with the genius (if I do say so myself) idea to strap her cheerio cup inside the sunshade. That gave me a good 15-20 minutes to get busy!
Eric and Al came over around noonish, and began the roof repairs. As the picture shows, we are still hitting the jackpot with weather. PTL!!