Yesterday there was a huge noise all of a sudden, and Jessica came to my door in hysterics. I'd determined that it wasn't in the garage, so Jessica called John to ask him where a spare key was so she could get in his place. She wound up having to break down the door. Once there, she saw it was to do with the water heater, so I cut off the power to the pump and the noise stopped. John's place and her place are flooded in areas. I think a repairman came out and mended the pressuriserer thingy. The carpet people got here and worked on the disaster part.

There are machines running day and night to dry things - it sounds like a jet plane on the runway. The machines are to be here four days. Sleep is... not exactly out of the question, but is only possible with earplugs, drugs, and a Zen-like adherence to calm. Today I officially feel like sh it. Only three more days to go! Jessica says it's worse downstairs. She brought me some nice young salaad greens from the school's organic farm. W00t! I trundled off and ate some as soon as she left.

Today is Family Culture Night, and we've piggybacked our virtual world open house onto it - so I have to be inworld and at least semi-concious from 6-8. Well, probably not all the way to 8.