I looked up, and there's a hole in our ceiling above the cabinets with water jetting out. I ran into the bedroom to tell D, he went into the kitchen to see and told me to get the key and shut the water off.
So all that, our plans for going out were shot while we called the plumber (he remembered us from the toilet debacle a few years ago). It turned out that when the builder installed our refrigerator, he (or whoever did the work) ran the line for the ice maker through the ceiling, up in the attic. And after all these years, the record low temps finally made it break.
So that's fixed $500 later, and now we're waiting on someone to come out today and check for water in the walls. It maybe had two or three minutes between when we discovered it and when I got it shut off, but still, that could be enough to damage the insulation and cause mold, so they're going to have to cut open our wall and stuff.
On the one hand, it's good it happened while we were home to catch it. Fifteen minutes later and we would have been gone for three hours running errands.
On the other hand, next Wednesday we leave for two weeks. They have got to get as much of this taken care of by Monday as possible. Any superficial/cosmetic repainting and stuff can wait until we get back, but the wall will have to be repaired by then.
And because of the cold, they're busy and backed up like crazy. They were supposed to be here at 9:30 this morning. It's now 3.
So this is fun. Sometimes I think homeownership is completely not worth it.