Bruce went down with the flashlight and turned the water back on at the well last night after the pipes had (hopefully) cured. He called me on his cell phone to ask me to turn on the water in the kitchen to see if it worked. Nothing. He fiddled around with stuff down there for a bit and eventually the moment came when I lifted the handle there was the wonderful sound of water gurgling through the pipes. I got to wash the dishes and then take a nice, hot shower.
After another freezing night (23 degrees), I turned on the kitchen tap this morning and water came running out. It's the little things...
I'm so glad I'm married to a man who can fix plumbing!
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