will work for shower

It was a hot and sweaty day with moving, so after I unpacked as necessary, a shower sounded really good.

Trickle. Not even enough pressure to make it up to the shower head. Not even enough to fill a bucket in an hour.

"Hi Robin. Sorry to call you at this time, but there's no water in the shower."

I like my landruler. She was really nice, and made it our problem rather than grimy me alone. She's trying to find a plumber to come tomorrow. That may be a real challenge, I fear, or even getting a plumber at any time soon. There is the benefit that this landruler is far nicer than the last and treats people much better, so there's not the problem of the last one where people walked out on jobs because he was such an ass.

So did I feel really bad going back to the old house and showering with no shower curtain or bath mat, and leaving a puddle? Not so much.

But maybe this is the universe's kick-in-the-ass way of tell me it's time to hit the gym hard-core. It's about .4 miles away, a quick walk, and after a workout a shower awaits. So that's the plan tomorrow along with job training. Hopefully the job all works out - it's a dream schedule for me right now - 5 hours per week, 2.5 each on Tuesday evenings and Saturday mornings. Get paid for that time plus prep time, and this class ends before the end of the term rush, finals, and my trip. If this class goes well I'll get more when I get back from Senegal, so that's way cool.

So, I'll dig out my gym bag and load it up and head there in the mornings for awhile.

I love New Orleans. I love New Orleans. I love New Orleans.