Last week was filled with petty irritations. I was having car problems [1] at the exact moment that my beloved auto mechanic closed down. My otherwise wonderful dog woke me up at 3 AM with an intestinal bug. I was grumpy and sleepy. In search of respite, I got in the shower. What I didn’t know until my hair was lathered up, was that our building was having an issue with the hot water heater. I rinsed off as quickly as possible, shivering all the way. It took 36 hours for the water heater to get repaired. And for now at least, each time I turn on the faucet, I feel grateful.