Actually, my filter pitcher in the fridge is full, but that isn’t going to help me take a shower or wash dishes or do laundry or flush the toilet or any of the million other things a body requires H[sub]2[/sub]O to do.
Our city fathers, may they live long and infested by fleas, recently built two shiny new water towers. They apparently didn’t take into account that the underground water pipes that criss-cross the town have only had to deal with the pressure from one tower for nigh onto 50 years.
They haven’t even completely opened up the flow from the two towers. They cautiously opened one up, a little, lit-tle bit - and suddenly the town squirrels refuse to come down from the trees for fear of being washed away in a flash flood.
We’ve had at least 20 main line breaks in the last few days, including two on my street - there’s workmen in blue shirts down a deep hole just outside my house right now, trying to fix one of them. And I haven’t had water for two days, and when it finally does come back on we’re going to be under a boil order for another 48 hours. Me and the rest of the Marli clan are getting a trifle gamey; thank goodness my mother’s off tomorrow, we can go to her house and hose off and do some laundry.
At least I’m on vacation.