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Monday, April 12, 2004 This morning: got up, shuffled into the bathroom, turned on the shower. Cold water. More cold water. Still more cold water. Until it dawned on me: all that cold water = NO HOT WATER! Stumbled into the kitchen, checked the water heater (el calentador,). Flipped the lever that turns on the apartment's heat. Result: nothing. (Aiiieeee!!) Not sure what to do next, I stumbled into the living room where I followed what has become a default impulse: crank up the laptop. Found the following email waiting: "Had a dream about you last night. We got married, it was November 21st. And I had your baby. It was a beautiful little boy. He had black hair. It was a really nice feeling dream. We lived in England in the country, in a lovely cottage. I was trying to kiss you all the time." Yowza! Between the heater and the unexpected, mood-elevating mail, there was no need for caffeine this morning. But I pulled on clothes, went out for a jolt anyway. Which jerked my little brain back into full functioning awareness. After which I called landlords and repair person. Then took a post-caffeine glance at the heater, when I realized the pilot had gone out, something that's never happened before during my 2-3/4 years in this flat. Re-lit the pilot, got the heater going. Called my sainted landlords, let them know, apologized for bothering them in the first place. Called repair person, canceled their visit. Showered, shaved, restoring me to a near-human state. On to the day. ******************** Seen recently: a young woman walking her dog, the critter pausing to sniff at something, quickly gobbling that something up. Young woman to dog, as dog chews contentedly: "¿Qué estás comiendo, Spot?" ("What are you eating, Spot?") My question: why is a young Spanish woman naming her dog after Data's cat? rws 6:55 AM [+] |