This morning Tim took a shower that began luke-warm and turned freezing within maybe 2 minutes. I didn't have to leave early, so I waited. An hour later, I checked out the water. So-so. I decided to go for it. I got in, but again, before I had a chance to put shampoo in my hair, it turned cold. I pointed the water down and at the wall and tried to continue my hair-washing without getting my body in. It was rather difficult and unsuccessful, so finally I just turned it back to the faucet, knelt in the tub, and tried it that way. Within a few minutes it turned warm again, so I put it back on a shower. By the end of my shower, it was beautiful- almost hot, really. And hot is not really the kind of thing you could wish for around here. Only a couple of times have I gotten the mirrors to steam up.
What an adventure! I'm not sure which I would enjoy more- water that was consistently cold (as it is in many parts of the world) or this uncertainty. Regardless, it ensures that no morning is ever boring.