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tcepsaFor a rough approximation of me getting up today, imagine this: Waking up in the morning, groggy and sore because you just spent the majority of the last two days moving in, and turning on the "hot" knob of your shower. Waiting a little bit, then deciding to get in even though it's not quite as hot as you'd like it because so far you've only got the hot valve open and surely it will eventually rise to scalding and you can then proceed to the Fiddling with the Knobs Dance portion of the morning ritual. Realizing, after you've been in it for a minute or so, that it's really not going to get any warmer. Proceeding to the Fiddling with the Knobs Dance in the desperate hope that you will strike upon some magical rotation of the hot and cold knobs that will alchemically change barely-body-temperature water into hot water. Succumbing to the ineffable logic that no amount of cold water that you add will make your water run any hotter. Doing your best to simultaneously wash your hair and other important bits and avoid shivering so badly that you drop the implements necessary to do so. Turning off the water (which, you are now convinced, is hellbent on giving you a rollicking case of hypothermia), drying yourself off as quickly as you possibly can, and putting on whatever warm clothes you can find lying around.
Now imagine going down to the basement to the hot water heater and discovering that it was set to an arrow a bit below "A" (where "A", "B", and "C" seem to be representatives of settings that yield water that is suitable for showering with, or hotter, and where the arrow to which it had been set seemed to be representative of water that, at least for me, is more suitable for inducing semi-involuntary muscle spasms.)
Tonight, I am giving myself a nice long hot shower. Quite possibly by lamplight, to make it seem that much warmer.
Much as I grumble, I'm really very grateful that it turned out to be a matter of the hot water settings and not something serious like a broken water heater or something...
Now imagine going down to the basement to the hot water heater and discovering that it was set to an arrow a bit below "A" (where "A", "B", and "C" seem to be representatives of settings that yield water that is suitable for showering with, or hotter, and where the arrow to which it had been set seemed to be representative of water that, at least for me, is more suitable for inducing semi-involuntary muscle spasms.)
Tonight, I am giving myself a nice long hot shower. Quite possibly by lamplight, to make it seem that much warmer.
Much as I grumble, I'm really very grateful that it turned out to be a matter of the hot water settings and not something serious like a broken water heater or something...
