Water in the desert

And in our house, no less.

Yesterday, while moonlighting, I notice Geogal called twice. I checked the voice mails. Not good news, but thankfully not tragic stuff.

Apparently the hot water heater decided to call it quits. And start leaking out significant volumes of H2O. In the garage. Into the house.

Geogal discovers this, takes a quick look, then takes action. By the time I am finished working, she has already pulled up the carpeting from the room adjacent to the garage, had the fan blowing on the floor, tried to use our wet/dry vac (to no avail), and enlisted the help of one of our friends from the next street over. So, the hot water is all drained out of the heater (we think) and we are more or less ready to call the plumber and the water extraction professionals.

Then today, the crew arrives and the news gets worse, then better, then worse, then better. The water damage was not as extensive as first thought. However, we now have the drywall and insulation removed from a large section of wall inside the house. Plus, the heater is again full of water (cold water, at least) because the shut-off valve was stripped, therefore the heater leaked water all through the night.

And I don't want to tell you how much a tankless water heater will set us back.

So, in the midst of all the drama, I still find time to keep to my morning routine of exercise at the Y. Afterward, I took advantage of where I was to take a shower. And I likely will do the same tomorrow. You just take certain things for granted until they are suddenly taken from you. I think after this experience I will be thankful for my hot water for many weeks to come.

And having the endless supply of hot water will be nice...