date: jan. 1, 2009
the hot water was already partially gone when i got into one shower this morning and he got in the other. he can shower much quicker than i can, and it was soon evident that there wasn't going to be enough to make it to the end.
and so i just huddled to the side of the tiled wall, and no matter how cold i felt, the water always seemed to get colder. despite having twenty years' experience with this plumbing, i clung to a hope that i would find a secret reserve tank of hot (or even lukewarm) water. there seemed no way out of this until i found myself under the water, rinsing off with no recollection of having given any sort of executive order.
i hope that's the coldest shower i have all year.