The freezer just died.
And since it was my "gift" a mere two weeks ago, this lovely appliance is still under warranty.
But...it's a weekend. It's a playoff weekend. Husband is working sixteen hours minimum today, and will work close to that tomorrow. If the freezer needs to be moved and physically taken back to the store, my aching back and I are out of luck.
Oh, yes, and the food. Luckily, the ice bottles in the bottom are still frozen, so I'm leaving it closed and hoping nothing thaws too completely. If it hasn't re-started by tomorrow morning, I'll move the most perishable items to the regular freezer and park the rest in a cooler outside on the deck. There must be some perks to living in the region of so-called frozen tundra.
I'm reacting to this stress in a typical way; I did extra cleaning and housework. The rabbits are fed, their boxes are cleaned, the laundry is started, the recycling is out, and the dishwasher is ready to run. It's like "nesting instinct," but no one is expecting. At least, no one is expecting any guests or new family members.
I think I'm pushing myself to exhaustion so I'll be tired enough to sleep despite the worry.
It's almost working.
Update: Freezer is online again -- literally! It turned out to be an outlet that was turned off at the switch, an outlet that I didn't know was dependent on a switch. Whew. I'm glad it was a simple solution. I'm also glad that Husband got it figured out before we lost any food. :) Now we can relax and watch the playoffs. Or is that an oxymoron? Stumble It!