Okay, I am freezing. I just took an ice-cold shower. I left for Portland on Friday, and when I came back yesterday, my hot water was 100% vamoosed. The heater is dead, dead, dead. A call to the landlord mysteriously revealed that his voicemail box is…full?
I sent a letter to him today to get the ball rolling. Once I am sure the letter got there, I get to wait longer! And then if there is still nothing, I get to buy a comparable water heater and have it installed.
In the meantime, cold showers. Portland was nice. I have NOTHING but chattering teeth. Also I will be updating more on The Queen’s Scullery, nice if you care about obscure food genre. I will try to think of something to say when my brain thaws. I want to cook like a Victorian, not bathe like one.
