Saturday I received the (erroneous) past due notice from my water company. I called first thing Monday as was told it was a mistake and that I did not owe anything. There is absolutely no reason to doubt that. No reason to worry. No reason to panic.
But, if for some extremely crazy reason the mistake was not corrected at their end, then today is the day they would discontinue my service.
No reason to worry. No reason to panic.
I had water this morning. Today is my start-later-stay-later day, so I was home until mid-morning. Washing my hands. Filling a pot with water to poach an egg for breakfast. Washing my hands. Flushing the toilet. Washing my hands. Washing my hands. Washing my hands. (I may have a little germ issue.)
But . . .
Maybe when they discontinue water (and sewer and sanitation) it doesn't go into effect until the end of the business day. "Normal office hours" which I don't work so. I've never had my water cut off so I don't know.
I wondered about it last night. And this morning. And now here at work.
But -- and this part will seem odd to people who don't have panic attacks -- I'm not as freaked out today as I was over the weekend. That notice, well, there were so many possibilities. So many possibilities under each possibility. And then more and more. And each sub-sub-sub-possibility could require a different a response from me. And then depending on each step up the chain I'd have to do something else, talk to someone else, and who knows?!
All of those scenarios my brain processed in the first second after reading the notice, and then refined over the weekend. There were too many variations right at the start, which short-circuited my brain. Right away. Annnnnnd . . . panic.
But today? There's two versions.
1. I get home tonight and I have water and there's absolutely no problem. At least until next month.
2. I get home and I don't have water so I call tomorrow morning and tell them about Monday's call in my chilliest voice, the one I use when kids run in the library. I get a little flutter in my chest when a voice in my head whispers, but what if that doesn't work? But only a little. Because there's only one path of uncertainty, not nearly infinite contingencies.
And either way, I'll know when I get home.
That said, the next 6-6.5 hours are gonna be a bit rough.
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