Jesse may be an annoying landlord, but he is a good one just the same. When something needs to be done around here, he does it.

The water pressure got low again yesterday, so I called him. He answered this time from his doctor’s office. I told him the pressure was also low yesterday for a couple of hours and that I called but never heard from him (though I did later leave a message letting him know when it was back to normal). He said he spent a couple of hours replacing an old faucet so he had to turn the well’s pump off for a while, but now it should be fine. But when he got back a half-hour later he came down and said it must’ve been leaking more than he realized and apologized for it. A short while later we were back to full pressure, then he bulldozed the ruts out of our part of the drive.

The water still looks nasty as hell and reeks of the bleach he put in the tank. I was probably cleaner before I took my shower than I was after.

Why haven’t I heard from Nane at all yet this year, and why are we older in half the dreams I have that involve Maliheh? I swear she was around 60-65 in last night’s dream. Not much happened in it, though. We were just sitting around talking.

Andy gave me permission to laugh my ass off at him yesterday for being stuck in knee-deep snow. He said he hasn’t seen snow like that since the 60s. His door pushes on the snow when he goes to open it, and he spent 4 hours shoveling and clearing off his and his mother’s car.