Last night, we got water back at the house. …Granted, it’s rusty, hissing, orange water for the first ten or fifteen minutes. Filling a glass with it reveals a whole spinning universe of floating stuff, stuff that should be back in the reservoir it came from and not in my glass. However, it’s water, it comes out of the shower head, and when I consider some of the questionable rivers and lakes I’ve bathed in before, it’s not all that bad. (And the water is hot—an important distinction.) When we get another 50° day where I’m not doing five other things, I have to drain our hot-water heater and clean out the gallons of sediment I’m sure are sitting at the bottom.

In other news, the freelance fairy came and dropped a project in my lap for the weekend, one that’s going to make our existing commitments that much more interesting to work around; it’s another long-distance job which will test my knowledge of PHP, ssh, and the lovely VI editor. Fun (not that the Superbowl is going to be that interesting, anyway.) Money is a good thing.