Thursday a.m.: Water main break Downtown so we skip the traffic and park on the South Side at Station Square.
Fine.
Thursday p.m.: I come home to something that sounds like a running toilet.
No.
It's the patio faucet, apparently burst from the 10 degree temperatures. And from someone who forgot to shut off the outside water valve in October.
That would be me.
Some people would marvel at the coincidence, proclaiming "Everything Happens for a Reason!"
I picture the 3 fates of mythology, spinning out lives. There's no reason for anything, things just happen. My pipe burst because of bad plumbing, cold weather and fallible memory.
The Fates do not give a rat's ass.
And they do not care about reason.
At all.
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