I have a house guest come to visit me in Las Vegas, the land of sun and fun — Murphy, he of Murphy’s Law — came with. The last couple of days there has been very little sun. This morning we woke to frozen pipes. No showers. No teeth brushing. Nada. We went out to breakfast — not so much for the food, but for the toilet flushing.
Tonight the pipes are wrapped, and the furthest faucet from the water main has been left to drip. Showers are mandatory before noon tomorrow. We have to be at the church by eight.