So I go to the cottage, hoping to have some quiet time to start some new projects, only to discover that the water heater is leaking. On a Friday night. Fortunately, the folks had a couple of plumbing contacts in the area, so I was able to get someone out that evening. Turns out the water heater needed to be replaced. That meant disconnecting and removing the old water heater, so I had no hot water all weekend, leading to an unforeseen journey to the Olden Days, heating water on the stove to wash dishes. And the neighbors were treated to the unexpected object d'art on the deck.
The sunny side? Couldn't do any laundry.
Fortunately, the plumber was here at 9 a.m. Monday morning with the new water heater.
I haven't enjoyed a shower so much in a long, long time.