We woke up this morning and quickly discovered that we have no water. Maybe the pipes froze. It's been like 10 degrees for a few days. But it was colder for longer last week so it seems odd that today would be the day they'd freeze. There are guys in orange jackets from the city out in the front yard, digging around. I'm sure the problem will get solved before too long. But wow, is this ever making me grateful for water!
I've turned on a faucet like a dozen times since waking up only to be disappointed. Jared had to forego his shower. After I go running, I'll have to forego mine until this is fixed (luckily it's so darn cold I doubt I'll sweat much). I had to forage for a forgotten half-empty water bottle to rinse Oliver's hands when he put soap on them after using the bathroom and then remembered the water problem. The toilets could sure use a flush. Brushing your teeth with no water isn't that great. I've been thinking longingly of the water storage we've got at our house in St George and that I just haven't gotten around to building up in this house yet.
How blessed are we that we can usually just turn on a faucet and have all the clean water we want and need? Our ancestors had to go haul water from wells and springs - even in sub-zero weather. People in many parts of the world still have to do the same - and often the water they have access to is dirty.
I love water. I love faucets. I love working toilets. I love showers.
Now go fill up a some empty containers with water to keep on hand in case this ever happens to you!