And buy a mop.
One of the first things I did upon moving into this house, 10.5 years ago now, was to make myself two wiring diagrams of the plumbing in the basement ceiling, and hanging a tag on every valve in the system: hot/cold, and what supply it was the shutoff valve for. So it was easy enough to locate the cold water inlet to the water heater and close that; took some torquing, but it did close. Now, modern one-handle faucets have the "feature" that if one supply is depressurized, the water can come up the cold side (say), through the faucet, and then part of it back down the hot side. So the water heater continued to leak whenever we'd use the cold water in the sink.
Out with the wiring diagram, find the tag that identified the shutoff for the hot supply for the sink, shut that, and voila! no more water on the floor (well, the mop was involved, too).
That was Saturday. Today, at last, the plumber came, pulled the old tank, installed a new one, filled it, lit it, and went about draining the old one as completely as possible before hauling it away. The last bit of the drainage looked like blood, it was so full of rust.
Still, we found a tag that said it had been installed in Feb 1990, so we got 16.5 years out of it, well beyond the expected lifetime.
So I worked from home today. Something came up (doesn't it always) that required VPN access, which I'd never gotten to work from the outside world before. It works fine on the company wifi (same client, different info). E-mail to the help folks supplied the password (which I had only in encrypted form)... no joy. Careful inspection of the log indicated that I had 2 letters transposed on the account name. So that's fixed, at last. The day wasn't totally wasted.
And toxicfur can have that hot bath she wanted to take on Saturday afternoon, finally. And the dishwasher's through with the first load, and nearly ready for the next half-load or so. Which is good. We had no more clean forks.
And that's my day, pretty much. Leaving here in an hour and a half for a choir rehearsal, home by 9:30 or 10, pizza, or perhaps the soup that's been in the slow cooker all day, and tomorrow, we home, an ordinary day. Minus the fire from today that I have to put out tomorrow.
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