Hot water!

The second plumber came, replaced a whole bunch of stuff, fiddled with more stuff, and abracadabra - hot water! We are so thrilled. We're going to draw straws to decide who gets the first shower ... or should we run the dishwasher ... or should we wash some clothes? Decisions, decisions. I admit it. We're spoiled. We love hot water. I don't for one minute think I have the pioneer gene. I would have stood on the steps in St. Louis and waved bye bye to all those people and their covered wagons. I'd have said, "I'll come and see you after freeways are invented!"