Finally, Running Water Upstairs!

Even though the person's car took my spot, forcing me to park behind my parents' minivan and prompting me to actually go out last night even though I didn't plan to, that person apparently was the one to attach the water lines together.  And finally, there is running water, and faucets, in both the remodeled kitchen and bathroom.

Now, I won't have to act like a Third World resident and turn on the bathtub faucet to wash my hands.  And I can now properly brush my teeth in a place different from the place where I wash my body.  I am not pretentious about a lot of things, but having no running water crosses a line.