It turns out that my shower has the playful whimsy of a magic eightball.

"No hot water now. Try again later."

"Now I'm going to scald you. .... Why?

Because it's so much fun to hear you scream."

"Oops .... Back to cold again. Damn you mortals!!!"

Ok, so truthfully, it's not that bad. I just have to get used to the knobs, and how to adjust them, or something like that ... At least I'm clean. Have not yet resorted to shaving legs in sink, partially because I think I forgot my razors at home.

In any case, I'm most of the way unpacked, though still on a desperate search for clothes hangers and sheets (Ok, maybe not so desperate, I'd rather find a good bookstore first, but I should get around to it later today).