The water heater

My water heater is very sick; I stuck my hand in the part where the pilot light resides and I found rust flakes. I had seen a wet spot at one spot and this morning realized it continued under an area rug and reappeared by the corner drain. So, well, drat, I think the water heater is on its death bed. I am waiting for water heater men to come and look at it and plan to install a new one. They are running later than they said they would be so I figured it I started typing this, they would show up and ring the bell. That strategy is not working and I suppose I will have to sit on a stool in the kitchen and concentrate on sending psychic waves that pull them closer and closer until they are here.

The decision I must make now is which color stool on which to sit.