It is 4:02am. Mike and I are finally ready to try and get a little more sleep after spending the last hour moving electronics, placing pots and pans strategically on the floor and placing towels all over the living room. There is water pouring from our ceiling. It seems the hot water heater upstairs exploded. Of course it did. I'm leaving tomorrow for PA for Christmas, coming back saturday afternoon and leaving on an 8am flight Sunday morning for Ireland. So obviously, on our one full day at home for the foreseeable future, there is water pouring from our ceiling. I guess you could look at the bright side - we were here when it happened. It would be a much worse situation if we were not home. Now I'm going to try to get a little more sleep while listening to water collect in pots and before we have to get up to a full day of work, packing, and now dealing with renters insurance and carpet shampooing/water removal. As my mother would say, Oh via.