Tikkabik

So we're having our house hooked up to the town water main this week. This is a good thing: It's a plus for selling the house in the future, and it's better quality water than the well we've been drinking from all these years.

Unfortunately, the town screwed up.

The contractor who's hooking up the line is here -- he's just dug a miniature version of the Death Star trench in my front lawn, from the house's foundation to the street. And he's laying in the pipe that will take water from the street main to the house.

And the plumber arrived when he was supposed to -- he's drilled a hole in the house's foundation and installed what pipe he can to hook us up.

The problem is with the town inspector, who was supposed to inspect the work today and let us get on with our life, but is apparently too busy to do so -- so these guys, or at least the plumber, have to wait until the inspector signs off on the work before our household plumbing can be cut over to the town water supply.

So our two choices are to wait until the inspector does his thing, or live without water for three days.

Call me silly, but I've gotten rather used to indoor plumbing. So the choice is obvious.