On day one, both toilets in the rental house stopped working. On day two, all our water pipes froze. On day three--as we harvested snow from our backyard, melting it on our half-broken stove, so we could flush once for the night--one magical commode began working. Then the rental house saved our favorite piece of art. That's how we knew it would all be okay.
Welcome to the High Plains.
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