Our sewer system is 105 years old. The city is fixing it this month. The foreman told me that unlike all the other houses on our block, my house and my two closest neighbors do not have our own sewer pipes down to the main — we share one. Is that intimate or what?

I don’t know why I keep posting about potty today. It’s not like I have a new puppy or anything.

Here’s the view from my office window: