Welcome to my new (old) apartment - Rob Felt

Sleet leaves ice trails down the bathroom window as I flick on the light. It's early Saturday morning, my second night in this new apartment, and my out-of-town moving helpers are getting ready to head home, or so they think. I need a shower to make sense of this ice storm and to clear my head of some of the fun we'd been having the last couple of nights.

All of the faucets in this apartment groan in protest when you ask them to do their duty. The cold water is very cold and the hot water is very hot, once it decides to arrive. I labor with the shower, dialing in the right positions like I'm opening a secret passageway, and wait for the steam to signal me in.