My hot water pipe froze last night, which was quite unfortunate when I got up to shower before church and could only get ice cold water to come out of the shower. I know some people are okay with doing crazy things like jumping into lakes in January, but I cannot force myself to take a cold shower in the winter. I ended up playing pioneer by boiling water on the stove and pouring it into the sink to wash my hair.
After church I crawled up in my attic to check out the situation. The water lines run straight down the heater and into the floor, where they slide into the closet in my second bedroom (where it's warm enough to keep them thawed). I was about to climb back down and make a trip to Lowe's, when I noticed three long, black foam tubes laying up there next to a box of air filters. They were even sliced down one side -- exactly what I needed. I got some scissors and cut them to size and covered both pipes. Hopefully that will do the trick.
It snowed more consistently yesterday, but most of it was melted from the sidewalks and streets by mid-morning today. It's supposed to be 51 on Thursday. I'm definitely excited about that.
I've had Miles just over a week now. He's making himself right at home. When he gets all purry I say, "Aren't you glad you're not in the shelter?" He likes to curl up and sleep on me most of the time, but when he has a lot of energy and attacks things, it can be a bit frustrating. I've got a nice 4-inch slice down the back of my hand from someone getting a little too playful.