Ice Station Zebra

The winter of my discontent

It’s been a few years since our roof leaked. Long enough, in fact, that I didn’t recognize the telltale dripping sound at first. But sure enough, a few feet from my head as I sat in my home office (finishing last week’s Substack, as a matter of fact), water droplets appeared at the top of the window frame in my office, then plopped onto the floor. The p…