When I went to go to bed last night, I was wondering why my quilt felt like it had been through the washing machine, but missed out on the spin cycle. So I stripped the bed and found that I couldn't even lift the mattress. It's full of water that came from that hole while I was away this weekend. So I spent last night on the floor, and as you can imagine, a night on the floor does certain things to a rather cheerful person's disposition. And that disposition wasn't made any more cheerful by my grumpy superintendent who wasn't pleased that I woke him up at 6:30 this morning.