Let me tell you that I tried really hard to negotiate with myself about taking care of my water bill today. I thought it was going to be a pain. I thought I was going to have to fight with city employees to get the city to eat that $7,000. So I thought really hard about putting it off, but I didn’t. And I’m glad I didn’t because, even though going down and talking to customer service kind of highjacked my afternoon, I’M DONE WORRYING ABOUT THIS WEEK’S TRAIN WRECK. Even better? It was as easy as I could possibly want it to be. I didn’t even have to wait in line. I was prepared to offer a comprehensive explanation of how this happened, but all I actually had to do was hand over the invoice from the plumber and the [very nice] city employ, who did some magic on her computer and a short time later—viola!—my bill had been reduced to what I would normally pay. I’m so relieved that it was easy. I’m so relieved that it’s done, and now I can think about this pipe disaster in the past tense. The moral of this week: sometimes life throws you curve balls, but other times things work out. I’m grateful that things worked out in the end on this one.