... during the Arctic Plunge, but some of my water pipes did.
Foolish me! I went to bed Sunday night without leaving a dripping faucet, and arose Monday morning able to draw water only from the cold water tap in the bathroom (which is an interior room.) Fortunately, both hot and cold water were flowing from all taps before sundown and I suffered no burst pipes.
Last night was even more frigid, by about 5 degrees, but I heard the drip, drip, drip of water in my kitchen sink every time I stirred from sleep. It was nice to be able to wash my face in warm water this morning.
Unlike many parts of the U.S., central Arkansas was blessed by the absence of freezing precipitation during the worst of it. We have much for which to be thankful.
It's January, with all the attendant work required following the end of one year and the beginning of another. I worked in the church office all day today. I made serious inroads into my work load, but still have much to do before month-end. I know I'm nuts, but I love all that record-keeping stuff.
Stay warm, and keep your powder dry.
Tomorrow is also a day.