When we got up this morning, there was no running water. We have a well and a pump in the garage, and when it gets too cold, the water in the pump tank will start to freeze, but this morning it was merely a balmy 24 degrees. I went to check on the pump and found that the controller switch is in a state of calcification usually not seen outside of limestone caves or retirement homes. Luckily, a replacement is available for the low, low price of twenty-something bucks at the hardware store in our sleepy little burgh, so that’s where I will be heading this morning.
You know what we have coming up on Saturday? Quinn’s 7th birthday party. He invited a bunch of friends, which means that we will have the house packed with kids in the 2-9 age range who will then proceed to get hopped up on cupcakes and Xbox Kinect games.
On second thought, I may go to Home Depot instead to get that pump switch. It’s closer to the liquor store.