This morning I woke up blearlily and stumbled downstairs to make coffee. Running the water in the carafe to clean out the dregs took a little longer than usual, because the cold water came in a trickle. And so did the hot water. I got the coffee started and checked all the pipes downstairs to make sure the basement wasn’t floating away. I checked the doctor’s office bathroom to make sure it wasn’t frozen solid. Then I went back upstairs to relieve myself, and found that the toilet tank wasn’t even refilling. At this point, I looked out the window to see a lake across the street from our house on Frederick Road: a 20′ section of sidewalk was covered in water where one of the mains had burst, directly across the street from our house. Swell. We have calls through to the Baltimore City DPW, but there’s no telling when our pressure will be back to normal (or when that annoying rust in the water will be gone.) So that funk you may smell as you go about your busy day just might be me, the guy with the hat pulled down over his day-old hair.