There is a cutoff valve in the wall where the stove plugs in. I turned off the gas to the whole stove, as that was the only way I could turn off that burner. But I don't have a working stove. Admittedly, this stove has been on its last legs for a long time; the oven didn't work when I moved into the house, and two of the four burners have been non-working for years. But I never use more than two burners at a time, and it did the job for me. I guess it's time to bite the bullet and get a new stove.
I don't need this, period. I don't need it all the more when I don't have a paycheck to pay for a new stove with. But I *especially* don't need it when I don't have enough hours in the three days before I'm supposed to leave on a long trip to get half the things I need to get done before I leave done.
It doesn't especially thrill me that I don't have any real option but to leave on my trip without solving this and have to come home to a house that doesn't have a stove.
The dogs have presented me with not one but two nasty dead possums today. Why does it seem like they're trying to tell me something about my life?