70 degrees and all is well... except the well.

"The sun is shining and the snow is gone!
(Yeah! The snow is gone!)
And it's a beeeeauuuuuutiful day!"

*happy Grundle dance*

I'm digging the warm weather. I got a ton of sleep last night (My second inadvertent 12-hours night in a week. Wow, if I was that tired, clearly I need to get more sleep on a regular basis. No wonder I've been so worn out.) and had a nice, lazy morning since there was no fieldwork to do today. Got up, played some FF12, had a cup of tea, took a shower--

--Had very, very little water pressure. Buh?

So I called the utility company. These are probably #1 and #2 on the list of Things You Don't Want Your Utility Company To Say To You in response to the question "Why is my water pressure so low?":

#1: "Oh, you're under a Boil Water Notice. Isn't there a sign on your door?" (There wasn't.)

#2: "Wait, you said 'Old Sardis Road.' Huh. You shouldn't have water at all!" (I do.)

Finally we established that yes, the well in my area went out last night. Yes, I'm on a different system now, so I haven't given myself giardia or dysentery by brushing my teeth with tap water. The water is safe at the moment... ... but later today when they switch us back over to our repaired system, I'm going to lose water entirely for a while, and then when it turns back on I will be under a boil water notice.

But dammit, it's a sunny day and I'm well-rested and feel great, and all I have to do today is stop by the greenhouse to move some plants around, and attend my (audited) class. I refuse to be annoyed about this.

The dishes can just sit there until I have good water again.