Bad Day

Ok, so after another night of insomnia, I finally get to sleep around 5am. Dave comes home around 8 or so to tell me our pipe has burst, we have water running all the way to the street, and the plumber in on his way. The damaged pipe is the one leading to the back yard faucet. For a while, it was pretty hectic here. Dave was on call, so his phone was ringing almost constantly, the plumbers were pulling up the boards of my back deck to get to the pipes, and the cats were nervous, and trying to escape. The plumbers tell us a better option would be to bury this pipe that keeps bursting, keeping better insulated against the cold. Since we're not using the back faucet anyway (it's been staying frozen), he suggested we cap it off for now. This allows us to have our water back on, then when the outdoor temperatures warm up enough to work with it, they'll be back with a new pipe to finish the job.
So, our temporary fix is in place, and Dave had gone back to work, but I'm still battling with my nerves. I really wanted to walk today, but my anxiety is causing my stomache to act up again. Even if it wasn't, I still couldn't walk, because the snow continues to fall. This is so unfair. I used to love snow, and always felt cheated that our part of Texas sees so little of it. It really is beautiful, but all I can do is worry about Max. Did he spend the night outside? Is he cold? I just don't know, and it's killing me.