We’re visiting my sister for Thanksgiving, staying in the traditional cheapo motel. This morning the shower started off strong: excellent volume and steaming hot. Suddenly, it went cold. I turned up the heat. After a few seconds, it was too hot. I turned it down. Suddenly it went cold. I turned it up. This repeated until I finally gave up.
As I got out, I realized that there was probably another patron in a neighboring shower who was working the dials in contradiction to me, establishing a rhythmic dance of temperatures.
And isn’t that like so much of life?