This morning at 4am I woke up to a distant clicking noise somewhere in the house and followed it into the kitchen, where I determined the refrigerator had stopped running. Since it didn't get above 35 today, the beer, cheese, bell peppers and pomegranates went outside and I lost the rest, mostly disposable stuff.
I'd been meaning to clean out the fridge anyway but I didn't want the reason to be a failure! The Sears guy is coming to check on it tomorrow, and I'm afraid he's going to tell me the compressor took a dump. I hate the idea because it's a 1961 RCA Whirlpool, which has been in the house since I bought it in 1996 and it's probably been in the house for decades. That sucker could freeze vegetables in the bottom crisper drawers!