At 7PM last night, it was minus twenty-one. My water froze again in a matter of minutes and it took forever to get it going. I was chilled to the bone and miserable; I hadn’t felt my feet in two days and the night promised to be brutal. When I got the water running again and was able to take a very long and extremely hot shower, I felt better. By the time I went to bed at 10:30, it was minus seventeen. Yes, the temperature was going up…

I had a fantastic night. When I woke up around 5:30, my first thought was that the bedroom was very cozy!

I rose to minus sixteen and about six inches of snow, which I just spent two hours moving out of the way in areas where people walk. Apparently, a snow plow is on its way.

It’s supposedly cold out there, but a dry minus sixteen with no wind is perfectly bearable.

Yesterday evening, I suddenly found myself without water once again. It’s presently -16 and we’re looking at another long stretch of deep freeze. The forecast continues to change and while we’re looking once again at a long period of sub-zero weather, they are no longer announcing nights at twenty below. Small blessings, I suppose.

I’m trying to figure out where the water is frozen. My compartment is well heated and my heat tape is working. All I can fathom is that the problem is once again in the pedestal, but that was insulated. So, perhaps the problem is underground…

At times like these, I start to dream of Las Vegas, but Las Vegas got more snow than we did this week, so I am starting to wonder if there are any warm havens left!

My toilet has decided to start working again.

As it turns out, my plumbing problem with the shower wasn’t a plumbing problem after all, but an electrical one.

I’ve made a mental note to check on the basement heater twice a day from now on… to make sure that the breaker hasn’t tripped.

*bangs head on desk*