Waiting for Ray

My downstairs neighbor called me last night to let me know that my side of the cellar was covered with water. Indeed - the hot water heater was emptying its contents onto the floor - an entire tanks worth by the look of the puddle. At least the puddle drains into the French drain at the front of the house - we're all in trouble if that stops working! Luckily I was able to get ahold of my plumber, Ray (we're on a first name basis) and he'll be bringing a new hot water heater by sometime today. But in the meantime, I'm at home with dirty hair and a sinkful of dishes watching Ellen.

Here's a photo of a wall in my cellar. I know, most exciting post ever!