“Robin, do you have a leak in your roof?” Susie had come by to collect me for lunch and was staring at my dining room ceiling. “No, not that I know of. Why?” Silently she pointed upward.  There on the ceiling were a couple of dozen dark spots of various sizes. We have been having some rain lately and I suppose it’s possible but surely I would have noticed. I stared for a minute. “Oh, I know,” I said. “I spilled coffee yesterday.” “You spilled coffee on the ceiling?” “Apparently so.” Drat. How am I going to get that off of there? “I spent all morning on my hands-and-knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, but I never thought about the ceiling.” We both stared some more. “Just tell me how you did it.” I sighed, remembering. “You know how you reach for something when you’re really not looking and mis-judge it?” Susie nodded.… Read More »