Reprieve

It was like having a toothache, going to the dentist, and before you get there the pain stops and you don't know why you're there.  I know what I saw with the water, or lack thereof.  Even the toilet didn't refill when flushed.  I put in a call to Go-To Guy and, bless him, he made me the first stop of the day.  He turned on the faucet by the chicken pen and, wouldn't you know, it gushed like a fire hydrant.  He looked at me, I looked at him, and all I could do was shrug.  GT and his son Tucker checked everywhere there might have been a leak, even going down to the well.  Tucker took some gizzywich out of the pressure tank and cleaned it.  I wondered if it was a problem just in the kitchen, so GT came in and checked that.  All systems were go.  What the *%/$**!!  It certainly wasn't that I wanted there to be a problem, it was that I hated to think I'd called Go-To out for no reason.  I've known GT since we moved here, and he was patient and kind as always, and didn't make me feel any more embarrassed than I was.  He didn't have an explanation for the aberrant situation.  Maybe the house, like John NSD, responds better to a man and just the threat was enough this time.  What do I know?  Later in the day I even did a load of laundry.

Another positive thing yesterday was that it wasn't nearly as hot as it has been.

Feeling like I'd dodged a bullet, I can honestly say it was a good day.