So sez Peter Green...
I'm in the same boat. And you can add the weather's turned cold, my muse has decamped to parts unknown, and I got nuthin'.
Yeah, it's cold. But it ain't THIS cold:
I didn't go out yesterday. There was no need as I was stocked up on all the important stuff and it was just too damned cold out, anyhoo. But I did order a pizza last evening. As I was taking delivery I happened to look down, upon which time I scared the livin' Hell out of the pizza guy with my very emphatic and menacing "FUCK!" exclamation. He stepped back a bit, still clutching the pizza box and looked at me with a wide-eyed "fight or flight" expression, the best I've seen lately. "It's not YOU," sez I... "it's THAT!" And this is what I saw:
It looks for all the world like I have a busted water line and it looks pretty bad, don't it? So, whereas I THOUGHT our freeze-up yesterday morning was my fault for not leaving the tap running, it wasn't. It was something one whole helluva lot worse.
Andy the RV Doctor will be dropping by for a house call tomorrow, once it warms up and we can see exactly where and how bad the break is.
Sigh. It's always SUMTHIN'.