Today is supposed to be the last day that they’re cleaning the pipes, which means I.V.’s water will be back to normal – whatever that is. I’ve been testing the water at the weatherhouse for the last few days, but it hasn’t turned brown or tasted more unusual than usual. I don’t think I’m getting cancer, either.
The only difference I notice is my increasingly communist ideology, but that could just be a coincidence.

Friday’s forecast: Public water makes for strong bodies and happy I.V. comrades.