OmegaMom is a happy camper this afternoon.
At first, it did not seem good. The plumber (recommended by the folks at work) was still working on Monday's calls late into last night. Small Mountain University Town is, apparently, filled to the brim with burst pipes.
The thought of another night sans H20 thrust fear deep into my comfortable, all-American, upper-middle-class heart. Ack!
And the cold air rising from the heating vent in the back bedroom gave me visions of ripped or torn or ice-encased heating ductwork.
Then the plumber called back. Ah, blessed event! Two cancellations! So the plumber was coming in this morning!
He arrived. He investigated. He found the burst pipe. He replaced it. It cost $95.
Life is good.
The OmegaFamily has water now.
There's still the question of heating ductwork and water damage. Sigh.