Water, water everywhere...

...except my house. No water here.

None. Zip, Zilch, Nada.

Turned on the shower this morning, and all we got was an odd groaning noise... and air. Checked downstairs, and found no pressure in the pressure tank (yes, out here we're on a well). "A dry and barren land" is pretty much the state of my plumbing system right now.

So, we've called the Well Repair People and are eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Well, to be honest, the level of eagerness varies. The teenage daughter, having spent the morning helping with preseason maintenance at the softball fields, is very eager. The 9-year-old video game addict, happily battling his way toward Mount Doom, not so much. And the checkbook is not looking forward to this at all.

(Update: the bank account is gasping-- a new well pump as well as replacing the pressure tank. However, water has been restored; dishes and laundry and showers are all possible; and life in Hoosierland continues. Insert doxology here.)