(On the train, a few hours late for my date with my wuzzle.)
Yay, the plumbing's back! Turns out the gas company didn't break the sewer pipe when they replaced the gas line; the road crew broke it when they put in the lovely new granite curb. (That makes me feel slightly less guilty about all of the trouble for my neighbour — it'd have happened whether I needed my gas line fixed or not.)
Hot showers are a joy!
While I was waiting for the all-clear, I called and had a lovely long chat with my parents, silverlibre
. Remind me to post about oak pipes and prairie fires when I have a chance.