Damned ice dam
: I just spent the last two nights on a roof banging at ice-filled gutters on the roof above because ice is backing up under the roof and melting and dripping and driving us crazy: Jersey water torture. I hate heights. So I feared falling; I feared huge hunks of ice and gutter falling on my head; and because I fear looking like a dork, I refused my wife’s suggestion that I wear a bike helmet. And now it’s snowing again. Call me when winter’s over.
Should I consider a metal roof?