Earlier in the week we had a real soaker, though, and we had a pretty steady drip from one area of the ceiling. I was discouraged, until The Wife pointed out that this was a vast improvement over the previous major storm's. That time, water came down in about eight places, running down the walls and forming blisters in the paint along the ceiling. We didn't have enough buckets and towels to catch it all.
This time we only had to put down one bowl.
During the recent rain, I went up on the roof and got a pretty good idea of where the water was still coming in. When things dry out again I'll run a bead of tar along the seam and see if things improve further.
Someone at work asked me how I knew how to do all these projects I'm always taking on. I told them I don't. I read a little, then just make it up as I go along and try to find ways to fail that won't kill me. (If the roof still leaks, I can try again. If I fall off the roof...)
Sometimes the repairs even work. These are the ones I try to repeat.
Put another way: I am confident that there's nothing out there which I can't succeed in doing poorly at least part of the time.