… inside the fucking house. I got home from work this morning and tried to wash my hands in the kitchen sink. The water came on normally (I thought) until I adjusted the faucet for hot water. It stopped. Well, almost. A trickle continued, so I waited about ten minutes until enough the hot water had finally worked its way through the pipes to thaw things out.
Funny, that didn’t happen a few weeks ago when it got down to 10F. Right now, it’s only 14. At least it is warm enough in the bedrooms to avoid frostbite.