Wednesday started out fine. I was supposed to do some cooking, then host two of my out-of-town sisters who were passing through. I did the cooking and was awaiting my sisters when Belle called. She was in town, hand bumped a curb, and knocked the tire of the rim.
I went to rescue her and ran into problems. The lug nut wrench didn't fit the lug nuts. Luckily, an auto parts store was just down the block and I was able to fun up the street and get a proper wrench. Changed the tire, put the donut on, and we went to our tire store to get a new time.
Sisters called. They had passed through, and were heading out. They'll try to catch up with me on the way back though town. When we got home from the tire store, we went to the shop, whee the food was, had a cocktail and supper. Belle went i the house while I cleaned the shop kitchen. She texted me, "Bring the shop vac," What the hell?
I grabbed the shop vac and went to the house. Laundry room flooded. We started vacuuming and mopping, and after an hour or so, I decided that the water heater had turned loose. Oh, joy! This will be the second I have replaced in this house. I shut the water heater down, said the hell with it, and went to bed. This morning after coffee, I'll do some more more vacuuming (it leaked during the night) and yank it out.
Exit question: Should't a water heater last longer than 12 years?