Well... it's Tuesday and I THINK we might have hot water again. The plumbers came by yesterday at 7 AM and installed a new water heater. Hours later... still no hot water. The plumber came back yesterday afternoon. He'd installed a defective water heater. He'd have to come back in the morning. This morning they show up at 8:30 AM, spend almost 2 hours in the basement, and announce the problem is fixed. If I come home tonight to no hot water, I will be one mean and cranky individual. Liz and are are out of clean clothing, have dirty dishes that are 5 days old and sticky, and have been relying on the kindness of neighbors for daily hygiene. That, combined with the other stressful stuff in our lives right now, has been making us both grouchy and depressed. A little hot water would go a long way right now. Doesn't seem like it should be such a big deal, but at the moment it really is.

On a brighter note, last night we went to see Gomez play at the Paradise with Beth and Paul. It was a really good show. They rocked their little British hearts out, bless them...