Yesterday after 3 days without showering, we were given a repreive: a 2-hour window in which the water would be on and clear, but still not drinkable. I tried to think of it more like camping. You know... when you have to wash dishes out of a hot pot of water, dunk your head in a bucket to wash your hair and wash yourself with whatever temperature of water is readily available – in our case, slightly cool because the hot water heater had filled with the murky water from two days before when the landslide had filled the fresh-water catch dam. But unlike camping, we get to sleep in our own soft bed, and we aren’t covered in that campfire smell... well, perhaps that would have been a good thing after not showering for 3 days…