Lucila came to clean today but I didn't sleep much. I'm not reading much at night because I'm having trouble staying awake that long. I'm down to one phenobarb pill a night as of last night, so maybe it'll be better. Two CNS depressants at a time makes for a lot of sleep.
After she left, I went through the condo putting things back in place and she'd left a long rectangular backscrubber on the towel rack. I usually leave it to dry on the showerhead post because the cats can't get it there. I picked it up, held onto the grab bar, and stepped inside. When I looked up to put it away, I saw that the ceiling next to the wall, plus a bit of the wall, has puckered paint. This is where I had a leaking pipe just a few years ago. I would expect fixes to last longer, so I'll have to call them. And then I don't know when I'll find someone to put a tiny bit of drywall back up!
*Sorry, akirlu, only possibility here.