There are few things worse than waking up to jump in the shower before work and finding out the water heater has crapped out. You end up bathing in little hand cups of water that you splash on your shoulders. But, that does little more than take the dirt that you have on you and making streaks of grime down your body. You can't see it, but trust me... it's there. It's microscopic pinstripes. You might as well be playing for the Yankees, which we all know is worse than actually stabbing your eye out. But, something like this is annoying enough that I was willing to skip a day at the gym to get it done. That's a big deal in my world.
So, I spent an hour learning what makes a water heater tick and another hour troubleshooting the three or four things that it could have been. After tracking it down to a heating element, I was able to change it out.
I'm an engineer... I don't know why I should be surprised when I actually fix something. It probably comes from my general life mantra of avoiding anything resembling work. But, as of right now, I have hot water.
Hot water is a lot like an uncut brake line. You don't miss it until it's gone. But, by then, you're careening down the road at 120 mph and naked. The two are are so similar it's scary.
