Cliff went to work, simply because he said he didn't want to spend another evening sitting around watching TV. We both have fevers. I'll wait until Friday; if I'm not better by then, I'll go see the doctor.
We heard from the rural water company. They won't put us on the closest two-inch line because it's already tapped out. However, there's a five-inch line less than four hundred feet from here. Only trouble is, we'll have to pay half the expense to get the line run up here.
We'll see what the cost is, and if it's too much, we'll simply hook onto our well and get a water-softener. Wish us luck.
I've found myself rooting for Hillary this evening, which surprises me.
Just shows you, until you're backed into a corner you don't know WHO you'll root for.
But then, I'm sick.