The tomcat woke R up at ~3:30 this morning - "Something's wrong! You have to fix it!" What was wrong was that the hose going to the washing machine ruptured and there was water spraying the ceiling in the laundry room. Bless his heart, he tried to deal with it without waking me. I had taken some sudafed and antihistamine before bed in hopes of not waking up with a headache and so was sleeping like a rock. But I did wake up when I heard him dragging the ironing board out of the laundry room. He woke up so suddenly that he didn't wake up all the way - know what I mean? I found him standing in the doorway of the laundry room with a pair of pliers in each hand, looking at the jetting water and saying, "I don't know which one it is!" I asked if he didn't want to turn off the water to the house. "Oh, yeah! That's it!" and he found the water key and had to go out to his truck and drive around to the water thing, because you can't get there from here. R has complained to the city before that the water thing leaks but they haven't fixed it. So at 3:45 AM he was fishing around in the icy water with the water key, barefoot and in the dark because he didn't remember to take his flashlight. Once the water was turned off he was able to go into the laundry room and pull the washing machine away from the wall - although this was problematic too because he was standing in a puddle and couldn't get traction. He did get the valve turned off, (this reminded him of submarine movies he has watched because although the water was no longer spraying it was dripping briskly from the ceiling,) then went back around to turn the water on. And when he came home we went back to bed. We are both SO TIRED. R picked up a replacement hose today but it will have to wait until tomorrow to be installed.

Why isn't my house flooded? you ask. Well, because we have a basement, with a drain in the floor, and somehow the water found its way down there instead of out into the house. Otherwise we would have had a real mess on our hands.