This week is starting better than last when my hot water heater pilot refused to stay lit. I had strained my back moving furniture. Each time I got down on the floor to stare into the pilot window, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back up. Pathetic way to die, starving to death flat on my back on the laundry room floor six feet from the refrigerator. I don't have a St. Bernard dog to rescue me.
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder