As of Monday morning, the foot valve in the water cistern is seized. Thus, no water for me or the cows (of which, at the moment, including babies, there are 31.) I'm pretty easy, came into town and had a shower at Jim's sis's before work. Her hubby is a plumber and will go to the farm later this morning to see what can be done. And the cows all had a good drink last evening before everything went ker-whap, so they'll be okay till this evening. Unhappy, but okay. Jim was hoping he'd be able to pick up the parts in Alberta, that everything would hold together till he got back, but it doesn't look like another jerry-rig will work. That's my ever-so-professional opinion, anyway.
And the evening and the morning were the first day...(four more to go...)
You think I can concentrate on my story now? Here's hoping.