Late this afternoon, Reid let me know that when he took a shower late last night, that it wasn't all that warm. Indicating that something might be on the fritz with the water heater. Yes, the joys of home ownership. So. The plumber will be here at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Leaving me in a seriously unwashed state for the night. I may have to finish this bottle of Shiraz in order to tolerate sleeping with myself. Yes, I am that easy.