Uh-oh. I think I might've really messed up this time. And with those prophetic lines begin my tales of woe. Yes, more than one tale of woe. In fact, three tales of woe, which are probably related...
The first: Thursday night when I was taking a shower I got some water on the floor and the bathmat. I was in a hurry to get on the snow-packed, slick roads because my usual 40-minute drive to work now takes almost an hour, so I didn't wipe up the water or even pick up the bathmat. Friday morning when I came home I tried to pick up the bathmat. It was frozen to the floor. Told y'all it's cold in that bathroom.
The second: I was griping to a friend about the cold bathroom/back porch area. Said friend used to work for one of the HVAC guys here in town. He pipes up, "Don't you still have that wall furnace back there?" I explained that yes, it's still there, but his bossman had told me not to use it. Friend looked downcast. "Um...I think when he said that he wouldn't use it, he just meant because it's expensive, not dangerous." Oh. So I could have been using the wall furnace all this time?? Apparently.
The third: Friday night when I took a shower I noticed that the drain was emptying slowly. It's always a slow drain, but Friday night it was really slow. Aw, it'll be okay, I thought, and left for work. Saturday morning when I came home—some fifteen hours later—there was still about an inch of water left on the shower floor. And then, as if that's not bad enough, when I flushed the toilet, the bowl overflowed and ran out all over the floor.
Uh-oh.