There's a phrase about keeping the home fires burning, and I think I've maybe taken it a little too literally. This morning I walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light switch, only to be greated with loud popping and buzzing, flashes, flames and sparks flying from the ceiling fixture. I shut off the light switch and the kitchen quickly filled with an acrid smoke. Now, I am sure that in the unwritten 'partnership manual' that Dan and I follow (religiously), Dan is in charge of fire and I handle floods.... Thankfully, the damage was minimal, and my mom and dad came quickly to the rescue, driving about 180 miles RT just to replace the light fixture. I think Dan did say we'd all experience new and exciting things during his sabbatical....I'm just not sure this is what he had in mind! ~ Debbie