I shoved back the covers and left my snoozing kid and stumbled to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and proceeded to strip all the way down before realizing no water was coming out of the faucet.
I wrapped myself in a towel and went to check the other bath, where I'd left water running. Hot water ran fine, but the best I could get from the cold was a trickle about the size of a string of yarn.
Even though I'd left faucets running all over the house, I'd left them on hot, so the cold had frozen.
I'd never had this problem before, so I went online and read. Sites advised to hold a hairdryer on the pipe, but which pipe? There were lots of pipes. I could tell where the water line came in the house. I warmed that one. Nothing. I could see where it headed upstairs. So I stood warming it too. No effect.
I tried a space heater. Hair dryer. Fans.
Just a trickle too hot to bathe under, but that filled a tub so slow it got cold before enough accumulated to wash in.
My boyfriend had been out of town on business not quite 48 hours and I'd already broken his house.
I realize that in the big scheme of things, this is small. A blip. An irritant. A flash in the pan.
And I realize too that there's one thing I really love about winter.
When it's over.
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