This morning

So, yeah, I have to get a little Diary-esque on you again.  But this was truly a reportable morning.

Let's review (don't you just hate joining a story in the middle?) -- last night, I went to the gym for the first time in a long time.  I might have overdone things a bit, so was kinda sore.  And sweaty.

Went home, got some sleep.  Standard stuff.

Woke up this morning, feeling fairly exhausted (also standard, as a matter of fact).  Couldn't wait to roll my achy body out of bed and stand under a nice hot shower for twenty minutes or so.

Rolled out of bed.  Proceeded to my usual bathroom activities which are, in order (honestly, this is not Too Much Information):  use toilet, take shower, brush teeth.

You will all be pleased to know I successfully accomplished Use Toilet.

I then put my naked self in the shower and turn on the water.

Nothing but a loud creaky noise.

I turn the handle a little more energentically.  The shower handle comes off in my hand, but this is -- as it turns out -- not the problem.  (The shower handle frequently comes off in my hand.  I've gotten used to it.)

Refusing to accept the evidence in front of me, I try the sink.

No water there.

I go over and try the kitchen sink.

No water there.

Well, you don't have to tell me four times -- clearly my water is off.

I put on a bathrobe and go outside, where I collar a passing workman.

"Er... any idea why the water's off?"

He tells me there's City Workmen digging up the street in front of the building; they probably have something to do with it.

I think nasty thoughts about the City not giving me any warning about this.

I go back into my condo and do some wonderful work with:  a bottle of anti-bacterial hand gel, some facial cleansing wipes, and a nourishing spray that is supposed to do good stuff to your hair when you haven't washed it.  (It isn't bad, actually -- but I bet it would've worked a lot better if I hadn't spent an hour last night with my hair in a pony tail on top of my head while I was sweating like a pig.  There's only so much a nourishing spray can do.)  I pop a piece of that chewing gum that's supposed to clean your teeth.  I get dressed.  I grab a spare toothbrush and travel toothpaste and head to the office.

Well, no.  I head to my car.  Remember the thing about the workmen in the street?  They're blocking the street something good in front of our garage.  There's no way I can get out to the right, but it looks like there's enough room for me to squeeze around the forklift if I turn to the left when I get out of the garage.

On the way back to my unit, I see signs on some of my neighbors' doors.

The signs that say, "Due to a leak from the upper floor to a lower floor, we've turned off the water.  We will turn the water back on at 5:30 a.m. for your convenience.  The water may be turned off later in the day to make repairs.  Sorry for the inconvenience."

I mentally take back the bad things I'd thought about the City and redirect them to my neighbor -- the one who didn't bother giving ME one of these notes and who seems to think I shower at 5:30 in the morning.

I go down to the garage, get in my car, and proceed to drive out to my left.

Where another one of my neighbors is blocking the way.  He starts waving for me to go to the right.  Dude, I can't go to the right.  Big pile of construction blocking my way.  I want to go to my left.  Down the same path you want to take (just in the oppositve direction).  He keeps waving me to my right.  I keep waving back to him that I need to be where HE is, and I need him to back up.  We apparently get our wires crossed 'cause he then decides to drive the path right up to me.  Now the front of his car is facing the front of my car, and he's signalling like he wants to get in the garage (i.e. exactly where I am).  I unroll my window and politely yell, "That's the only way to get out."  He finally gets it, and backs out the way he came.  

THEN I get out and make it to work.

Where the email system was down.