...but I'm not sure how.

The evil washing machine was supposedly "fixed" by our repair person Saturday morning at 8 a.m., after two weeks of waiting for parts, etc.

I threw a load of wash in our "fixed" machine (located in our UPSTAIRS laundry room) and left the house at 8:30ish. I returned six hours later to water pouring from the ceilings of our entire upstairs, and four or so inches of water downstairs.

Structurally, our house will probably require COMPLETE gutting. Since we live in the mold and mildew capitol of the world, I'm not sure if a human exists who would be dumb enough to buy the place for anything other than the land--even if we gut, treat the studs, and remodel.

Need I say that this feels like a cosmic sucker punch?

The computer was damaged, but seems to be hanging in for now. If the blog is dark for a while, it's because either a) it died or b) I'm struggling to model Job and not his wife:

9 His wife said to him, "Are you still holding on to your integrity? Curse God and die!"
10 He replied, "You are talking like a foolish [b] woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" In all this, Job did not sin in what he said. --Job 2:9-10

Thanks to those who are praying...and to the neighbors who rolled up their sleeves in the midst of the initial emergency. You are all wonderful and we love you.

Please pray for wisdom and grace, for the repair company to do the right think in admitting liability, and for a fast, fair and generous insurance settlement. We're still in shock and just can't get much farther than that.

Love,
Heather