Perils of Owning an Old Home

Right after the furnace died the other day, we found out that our oven has decided to not work as well. On top of that, after the snowfall Tuesday night, we woke up to the main wire to the house hanging almost to the ground.
At about 3 a.m., the alarm on the computers kept going off, but the lights were not blinking. The alarm is very sensitive, and will go off even when a thunderstorm is miles away. For some reason, I immediately knew the wire came off the house, but then told myself I worry too much. Michael turned off the alarms and we went back to bed.
In the morning, we woke and got on with our day. I started some laundry, and Michael went out to shovel. A few seconds later, he came in and told me to call PSNH. The main power line was hanging off the house. For the next 25 minutes I waited on their “emergency line”. Some emergency line. Luckily for us, there happened to be a PSNH worker around the corner. He phoned it in, and they were here in a couple hours to reattach the line.
Tomorrow, we will find out the fate of our stove. At this point the only thing working on it is the burners. The broiler was already gone when we bought the house. I didn’t mind that so much, but it is hard to bake bread without an oven.