No, not a political rant or a lesson on office management.
Joey got up for a drinky in the wee hours and left the refrigerator door open.
One of the overlooked costs of care giving is broken stuff. Appliances. Vertical blinds. You name it.
Or that smashed, irreplaceable souvenir mug from the bed and breakfast where you honeymooned. Priceless, as the MasterCard ad gushes.
But I suppose there were upsides to the ‘fridge left open (I don’t think he blew the compressor, btw, it seems to be working OK now.)
- The butter for his morning toast was pre-softened
- The cool air mixed the the house’s central heat to make the kitchen a perfectly balanced garden spot
- Our electrical provider is enriched just in time for more holiday shopping and will probably give Bob Cratchit half of Christmas off.
I suppose I should add one of my fine photographs to this post. But looking into someone else’s ‘fridge seems kind of intimate, don’t you think? I mean, why see the milk if you don’t own the cow or something.
Anyway, back to the morning routines. Need to plug in the Christmas tree lights, get the crockpot going, etc. At this rate, Cratchit might get the whole holiday off.