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Well, the fridge has been replaced. Waiting for the new fridge to come up to (down to?) temperature -- I went from a side-by-side to a top-freezer, which isn't ideal, but it's what I'm used to so in some ways it's better. It will be nice to have the wider space to shove a full cookie sheet in when I need to chill dough or flash-freeze something. I'll figure out later what survived in the cooler, I guess. I hope most of it.

I did have to clear out the old fridge/freezer last night, which was depressing as hell, and it's going to take me a while to get stocked back up. Some of what went was pantry stuff (some should have been thrown out a while anyway because it was past its best-by date), but other stuff I'd bought or made fairly recently. Ugh.

(Also, can we talk about some of the "advice" on the internet about what to do when your fridge breaks? "Obviously the best thing to do is to move everything into your backup refrigerator --" I'm sorry, how many average households have a fridge and a backup fridge? A normal fridge and a deep freezer, sure! My parents have that! But not really two fridges!)

anyway to really top off a week which has also included the lid of a bottle of dish soap coming off in a reusable bag on the way back to the grocery store (fortunately the only other thing in it was another bottle of dish soap) and a solid ten minutes where I thought I'd lost my university ID and MARTA Breeze card, today I went down to grab my laundry out of the basement and heard something...dripping. OH NO, I thought, and went back inside to drop off my laundry and grab a flashlight. I had to do some scrambling around -- my basement is external; there's the washing machine/dryer area, and then the rest of it is ground-level with the foundations and crawlspace beneath the house. Fortunately -- "fortunately" -- the dripping sound is coming from quite nearby.

Something is indeed dripping. There is a puddle of water. I look at the pipe. I look at the puddle. I look at the wall. I look at the ceiling. I try to calculate if it's coming from my side of the house or my neighbors' side. (I'm in one side of a duplex.) I finally decide that I can't tell and go over to knock on my neighbors' door and let them know. The husband half of the neighbor couple comes down to look at and concludes that it's on his side, since it's roughly around where his kitchen sink is and he's been washing dishes.

That makes it his problem rather than mine and he gets to call Landlord J about it, which, Landlord J is very nice, but so far this week he's heard from me about the fridge, and so far this year he's heard from me about: the fridge, the dryer, the washing machine, the handymen, the electrician, the handymen again, the locks, the handymen again, the washing machine again, the electrician again, the washing machine again, the handymen again, the front porch door, the handymen, the air-conditioning unit, the pipe below the sink, and the fridge, again. He has not heard from me about the fact that A Creature chewed through my internet cable beneath the house or the fact that I'm pretty sure Some Creature is living in the rain gutter over my bedroom where it's come slightly loose from the house, mostly because I'm like, "oh god, John can't hear any more things about this house right now." (That's not counting the leak in the roof, which happened before Landlord J bought the house. Because Landlord J bought the house this year. And everything in it promptly broke. I hope he didn't pay Former Landlord P too much for it.) Landlord J was also here for the time the mortgage contractor he hired to look at the house asked first if I was "one of those cosplay girls" and then if I was also a furry. (I'd come back from Star Wars Celebration Chicago the night before so all my stuff was out.)

well...on the bright side...I'm renting. So it's Landlord J's problem.