The real cold shower was yesterday before work (a much-needed extra shift). This morning it was a standing tub bath, quick and chilly.
In both instances, it is remarkable how much joy can be found in a quart and a half of warm water, saved 'til last and poured from head to toe. Delightful! --Maybe it's the contrast? Pure luxury, that's what it is.
As I wrote, bathing was long past and the plumber was in the basement, unscrewing things. The perversity of the universe and black iron pipe being what it is, at any given point the wrong part is fixing to unscrew and has to be persuaded otherwise, which is why he gets the big bucks.
But now he's left -- the blessing and curse of living within a mile or two of a first-rate plumbing supplier is that plumbers rarely bother to show up with a big pile of parts, figuring whatever they need is a short drive and a cup of hot coffee away. It works out.
Breakfast: A lovely cuppa weak coffee (near-disaster with my Chemex, spilled about ten percent of the grounds while brewing) and two slices of pumpernickel toast with heart-healthy margarine. --It's the staff of life, right?
Here's hoping for a return of a gas-free basement and a working stove, water heater and furnace before the day is over. Wish Tam and me luck, please!
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