You know it’s all “good” when you get home and:

1. It’s raining and the rain is getting harder.
2. The power is out for blocks and blocks as you drive home. No street
   lamps, no traffic lights, nada.
3. You walk into your apartment and you hear a dripping coming from the
   kitchen.
4. You realize the dripping isn’t in the sink.
5. The source of the dripping is soon apparent to you as you see a trickle
   coming out of one of the cabinets.
6. Listening in the quiet of no power you hear water running upstairs,
   possibly from a toilet.
7. You realize the landlord and upstairs resident is out and you have no
   way to get in touch with them.

Yeah, so the evening started out spectacularly. With the help of M I was able
to get enough information via the intarweb to call one of the upstairs
persons parents. Unfortunately they’re out too so I just left a message.
For now I’ve turned the water to the house off. I’ll work through it but
it really sucks that I have no way to get upstairs and just turn off the one
toilet and dry things out for them a bit. Oh well, that’s the way it goes
I guess.