To paraphrase Eunice Burns,
"What more can they do to us?"
Yesterday morning I woke up with a harsh, sharp headache across the front of my forehead and I was congested, too, which is strange because, well, it's July and I don't tend to get colds in July, and I don't have allergies either.
So the day – THE DAY – our relatives were due to arrive, we still had the upstairs hallway to paint and a bunch of stuff to bring either upstairs or downstairs, depending on whether it was destined for a bedroom or for my sewing/jewelry-making/artsy-craftsy corner of the basement. And then, we also needed to vacuum and clean the bathrooms and run to the grocery store.
Somewhere around ten or so, I was just about to wash some of the dishes that had piled up over the previous couple of days. I had already had my pain-and-stress-induced meltdown, went around throwing old sketch books from art classes in college into the recycle bin because WHAT AM I SAVING THEM FOR? IT'S NOT LIKE I'M ANY GOOD AT ANYTHING ANYWAY!! sob, sob, sob. I was slicing the heavy cardboard portfolio cover with a razor while tears dripped on it. Such a pretty sight.
Anyway, the tears had stopped, for the most part, my head still hurt, I'd taken some Excedrin, and was hoping that would help.
Bill came into the kitchen and asked if I was running hot water, and I said not yet, and then switched the faucet handle over to the "hot" side, and waited.
No hot water.
Bill went downstairs to check the hot water heater, and lo and behold – the pilot light had gone out.
So he shut it off or whatever you do, and then waited the recommended ten minutes so you don't accidentally blow up your house, and then he tried to get it lit again.
Lovely. There are dishes and bathrooms to clean, and we've got four people arriving in five hours.
So he called Roto Rooter, the folks who had installed the water heater a couple of years ago, and they said they'd have someone out within the hour. Thank goodness.
And sure enough, within the hour, the guy arrived, took a look, told us it was one of two things, checked it out, and discovered that a little bit of rust had covered up the thingy where the flame comes out or something, and so the flame was shooting out in the wrong place, and some other thingy was therefore getting all black, and the thing had finally gotten black enough that it told the hot water heater not to work any more.
So fortunately it turned out to be fixable.
And eventually family arrived, and life was good again.