Have I mentioned I was home alone this past weekend?  The Cowboy was out in the wilderness, enjoying quite a bit of fresh fallen snow on his elk hunt and I was alone on the range.  He left Friday and that night temperatures plunged to frigid (by southern New Mexico standards) in the upper teens.  So, first thing Saturday morning there was no running water.                                                                                                                                                              
Being from the arctic north I was not daunted.  I layered on my warm clothes and headed out to the pump house to diagnose the situation. …