When you're in a hole, stop digging

The city of Dallas water department came out and turned off my water again yesterday.  I saw the first vehicle arrive to expand and deepen the hole in the ground, and I decided to take a shower right away.  I had a feeling that free flowing water with which to wash myself would become scarce, and I was right.  I got that sense when I saw this view out of my front window:

That hole in the ground was very large in diameter, and deep enough for a grown man to stand in it, with only the top of his head visible.  

When it came time to roller-skate, there were so many trucks lining the street that Cas couldn't really park the car to pick me up.  When we returned from skating, he parked several houses down and the water was off.  I decided that I should probably take a nap.  The other option was to go for a walk around the neighborhood, and I wasn't entirely sure that I would be able to clean myself up afterward.  

Yesterday was Thursday.  Netflix night.  I couldn't go over there all sweaty and gross.  The promise on the little door hanger sign said I would have plenty of water at 6:45.  When I left for Cas' place after 7, nothing was coming out of the sink.  

When I got back from Netflix night, all was well again, and these guys were gone.  

There is still a big hole in the ground, but at least they filled it up with gravel so no one would fall in.  I don't know when they plan to finish the whole thing and repair the sidewalk and the road, but I hope it doesn't take another month.