I was having a perfectly nice Boxing Day, after eggnog waffles and eggs for brunch, we went downtown to the National Gallery of Art to see the Sargent in Spain exhibit and the holiday poinsettias, we visited the US Botanical Garden which has the annual winter flowers and DC monuments in miniature plus the train display in the outdoor garden, we walked by the US Capitol Christmas tree and the Canadian Embassy Christmas tree, we parked at Union Station which has the 32-foot Norwegian Embassy Christmas tree and a large menorah.
So that was a lovely day and we came home for Impossible burgers and tater tots. Paul thought he heard a hissing noise downstairs, and it turned out that the pipe that leads to the back hose, which I had asked him before the polar vortex if there was a way to shut off, had exploded and water was pouring all over the basement. We managed to get a plumber out to block off the correct pipes so we can have water on in the rest of the house, but the carpet and everything touching it, which includes more than a dozen bookcases, is ruined.
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