Worse, it's frozen our pipes. Like solid-as-a-friggin'-rock frozen. And we don't even have bottled water in the house, aside from a pack of Perrier and a 12-oz leftover of regular water from a summer picnic. I do my normal morning business and do my best to take meds and wash up with a portion of that tiny bottle and some hand sanitizer.
Drats! What about coffee? Damn you, Missouri weather! That's more vital than my meds. Without it, cranky, dark -- possibly murderous -- clouds fog my already sludgey gray matter. There's roughly 5 ounces left off the non-fizzy water. I should save it for the next little washing.
Screw it -- coffee. Iced coffee made from the too-sweet, instant, squirt bottle variety. One must prioritize. These are desperate times.