I got home to discover that my refrigerator was now deceased. It had been on the verge for a day or two -- I had the coldness setting cranked all the way up to 9, and still the motor wasn't kicking in -- but when I got home everything inside the fridge was room temperature (note: this seems to have changed yet again sometime during the past few hours, as it now feels cold inside once again. Nevertheless, I think the verdict of "broken" still applies). I called Catherine, and moved my perishables to the mini fridge on the porch.
Took a much needed nap for a few hours until Catherine called to deal with the fridge situation (it's 2' by 2' -- much too small a space to fit the free fridge that someone offered her yesterday, which blows). Now I'm awake and feeling a really strong urge to smoke, which is kind of surprising me -- aren't the urges supposed to be diminishing? And unixd0rk said that I'm being a good influence on him and helping him to not smoke, which I find really touching.
So OK, off to take more antibiotics. And why does my neck hurt so much?