On Sunday morning we realized that there was no hot water making its way to our bathtub. There was hot water everywhere else in the house. Just not to the bathtub.
As a nine to five cubicle dweller there is something perfect about the weekend shower. There is no time limit and you are not in a rush to get anywhere else (usually). The lack of hot water sort of sent our Sunday out of whack.
There were no hot water explosions so I was pretty sure that the pipes weren't frozen. It would seem our neighbor has mice (!!) which only came out as a result of interrogation so we figured maybe there was a little furball trapped in the pipe.
I found O'Brien's Plumbing on recommendation from Ted of Bill's Plumbing (long story I suspect as they are brothers). Bill commits to coming by this morning with my bribes of fresh roast coffee and waffles being a motivating factor.
He walks in, takes a cup of joe, turns the hot water on and lo it poured forth. I call that the $95.00 turn. To Bill's credit he asked me earnestly if there were any other problems he could look at while he was here.
I'm clean, and nominally embarassed.