So I was working on a long post about a running conversation with my “reasonable conservative” friend when I got one of those weird “once-in-a-lifetime” calls from a guest. Appears that somehow, water is leaking into the room’s breaker box and shorted out some of the breakers. I took the precaution of turning off the rest and moving the guests out of the room for the night, but without any idea if it’s a leak from outside the building or a waterline leaking, there’s not much more I can do tonight. Because my stress level wasn’t high enough already, I now get to spend the next (checks clock) 4 1/2 hours hoping that it remains an isolated incident until maintenance comes in.

Days that make you wanna go “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”