At 2:22 AM, the amount of water coming into the house has finally reduced to the point that I think I can go to sleep. For a while there, a particularly thirsty bucket under a particularly drippy leak needed to be emptied every ten minutes or so.
I gotta say, I doubt it rained inside of Paul McKee's house tonight, and that thought was with me as I lugged buckets, pots, pans, trashcans, and drawers (yes, drawers) full of dirty brown roof-leak water to the bathroom.
The (relative) lack of water dripping from the ceilings of every level of our three story house can only mean things are starting to freeze on the Near North Side.
Here's to hoping we all wake up with the power still on....