I’m funky.

And not so much in the Parliment-Funkadelic Tear the Roof Off The Sucker kind of way.


More like in the “I need to stop and buy some extra deodorant because I might really need it by tomorrow” kind of way.

Late Saturday, we discovered that the usually reliable water pressure in our house had been reduced to a trickle. A quick call (if there is such a thing) to Pittsburgh Water and Sewer Authority revealed that there was a water main break on Brighton Road, and that we would be without service for a while.

OK. We had both taken showers earlier Saturday evening, after wrapping up a fair amount of yardwork that day. And although we couldn’t do the dishes, we didn’t think it would be a big deal to let them set while we went to bed.

It became a bigger deal in the morning, when we had to take care of, uh, certain things that have to be taken care of in the morning but can’t really be taken care of without the luxury of running water. We found short-term solutions to that problem, and I resigned myself to a day of stinkage at work (albeit on a day when a certain amount of informality is OK).

The news, however, it not good. WPXI said at 6 p.m. that the PWSA contractor repairing the line HAD NOT YET REACHED THE LINE, leading me to believe that we’ll still be without water Monday morning. Mrs. Crappy has the option of stopping at her aunt’s house on the way to work and cleaning up there; I discovered that the pressroom shower still works — despite the fact that we no longer have a pressroom — and that may be an option for me on Monday.

I those things don’t work out, I may be coming to work unshowered and unshaven. If you see me and notice something a little whiffy? Sorry about that. I’m doing the best I can.