We have a drip. In the third-floor ceiling.
Well, now we have a hole.( there's a hole in the ceiling, dear Liza, dear Liza )
EDIT: So yeah, a little repetitive sound while we were watching TV turned out to be a slow drip onto my laptop keyboard (which appears to have sustained no damage). One drop at a time was seeping through a hairline crack in the plaster. We moved cruft and furniture, rmd cut into the ceiling (which I would not dare do, but hey, I'm not a former electrician!) pulled out insulation and stuff, and found what *appears* to be a small leak of wetness driven sideways by the wind, as opposed to a serious roof problem. We hope. A bucket is in place.
It's been enlarged since this pic.
ObSubjectLine: And we left the TiVo paused shortly before Gene Wilder says, "The name! Is! Frankenstein!"