Let there be . . . water!
Perhaps a very special
Imbolc gift to us. Some
time during the night, cold
water returned, along with
a gynormous clump of
mud that had been frozen . . .
If I recall from last winter,
little by little, we'll be getting
both cold and hot in the jane.
Not sure I can even recall
what a shower felt like. Little
spit baths just don't quite do
it for me!
I'm praying! I'm praying!
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