Drip. Drip. Drip.

When I got up this morning to take a shower after about 30 seconds of the water running to get warm it all the suddent turned off. Shit, I thought. Checked the bathroom sink, the kitchen sink, nothing. Dammit Man, I thought.

So, I bundled up to head to the pump house. Turned on the faucet by the well itself, nada. Argghhh, I thought.

Dad thinks that it has just frozen somewhere and will fix itself. I hope that is the case. I really really do.

Justin is being nice and letting me take a shower at his place. Problem is that he locked his keys in the apartment last night so had to stay with a friend. Building services opens at 8:30, so I am about to head out hoping that by the time I get into town he will be in the place. I thank him greatly.

So. Leslie - dirty and out.