346: Age

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So, just days before we closed on the new house, the fridge in our current rental died. We were eating dinner and suddenly the room was enveloped in a silence that we hadn't heard since moving in. The fridge was bought used, of the vintage where they knew components hurt the ozone, but hadn't figured out what to do about, kept the top too warm and the bottom too cold and had issues with the door staying shut, so this wasn't a surprise, but rather unwelcome. My sweetheart got up from the table removed a big hunk of ice from somewhere in the fridge's depths and hit it a couple times. And the overtaxed fridge cooling sounds began again. So now we have zombie fridge, or potentially just defibrillated fridge, but either way, I am glad that our landlady is rushing us a new one.