The fridge, O Best Beloved, had leaked out of my spaghetti pan and all over the kitchen floor. Apparently, the little valve on the water line that is supposed to shut it off, doesn't. So I turned off the house water (I know how to do this!) and then I mopped the kitchen up (wondering all the while if the Pergo was rotting as I worked), hooked the ferrule onto the hose and screwed the end caps together, then went downstairs and turned the house water on and opened the little valve.
It is not leaking. I don't know if it's making ice, I think some time has to elapse before ice can be made. But it is not leaking.
Angel is handling calling the Mastercard people (as he is primary cardholder).
I have markers for the dry-erase board. I have put things on it. I have squeezed another ounce of blood out of a stone and found a card to put my AAFP conference registration on for July, and even set up the Fax machine all by myself - now if only the accursed thing would not insist that the fax on the other end was not responding.
It will cost enough money ($40 each) to get garage door openers for the ancient Sears garage door that I think it would be cheaper to install a new one ($140). But I got one anyway. It can wait.
Deposited check into bank account. That feels good.
It's a slightly less-dark corner now, O Best Beloved.