Ah, well. In a true fit of exurbitude, our cellar flooded, killing the water heater, and, we think, the oil burner. It was two feet deep when we left last night, kids, cat and passports (why? we don't know) in hand. The electric panel seems to've escaped harm, since our answering machine still picks up.
The fire department was kind enough to bring a pump, but it couldn't keep up with the creek. We have to name the cellar, soon.
Oh, hey -- anyone want to buy a house?