Closing Time. . .

“. . . time for you to go out to the places you will be from.”

Our pipes froze the other night. So did a slew of other people’s pipes. But ours were old, so they broke.

We have no water.

The plumber is still trying to patch our pipes. He says they’ll keep breaking. He says we should find a new house.

I really don’t want to move right now.

But maybe if I find a big kitchen and downstairs bedrooms and a second bathroom, I’ll feel better about it.

Sigh.