And it's Monday

 Up early, because I had a dental checkup at 8 am (never do that again, Erica).

I slept very shallowly last night; I remember seeing the clock at 11:35 pm, and 12:20 am and 2:35 am and 3:40 am and 4:15 am....

Part of that I think was worry over the checkup (I had some bad teeth issues in the past and while I'm careful to take care of my teeth now, you never know. Also I just don't like having metal instruments jammed in my mouth).

Part of it may just have been the stress of hearing about my cousin, and my worries about my own relative isolation.

Part of it is probably it's just abnormally warm and humid here. (It's supposed to storm today and tomorrow is supposed to be closer to normal for this time of year; if the rain stops early enough I am definitely doing fieldwork tomorrow morning, might even manage to get the last three of the "big meadow" transects done)

But when I got up, after exercising and dressing, I went to make my breakfast.....and found I had left the fridge cracked open overnight, and the light had been on all that time, and the milk (close to the front of the fridge) was....well, not exactly room temperature, but not as cold as you expect refrigerated milk to be. And it felt warm around where the light bulbs were. And I groaned: could I have killed the fridge? Could it have kept trying to kick on and cool and burned itself out finally? (It's nearly 20 years old, and yes, I should replace it, but the combination of lack of volition for things requiring that kind of logistical stuff and also concern that it's harder to get appliances at this moment because of supply chain disruption have kept me from seriously considering it). 

I closed the door and said a prayer. Before I left the house it sounded like the fridge came on (and the freezer was still frozen, anyway, but it probably would have been, having been closed over night) but it was still warm around the lightbulb, and I worried.

Worried all through the checkup, which didn't distract me as much as you'd think from what was going on in my mouth. (Good news, though: except for the fact that I could floss a little better between my back molars - three of which have crowns anyway - my teeth and gums are fine)

Came home, checked the fridge

It's cooling down. So I guess it lives another day, and I just need to be careful the door fully shuts when I just gently swing it closed (or tap it with my foot, which is what I think I did last night, because my hands were full). 

My mom's fridge has an alarm that beeps after a minute or two if the doors are open. She says it's annoying but I think I'd like that as a feature. (When I do buy a new fridge, if that's an option, I will get it. I also kind of want one with the lower drawer-type freezer instead of the cabinet type freezer above the fridge. If I had infinite space and money, I'd get a fridge that was JUST a fridge and a separate chest freezer, but I don't have space for both in my small kitchen).

So anyway: now I have to decide: go over to campus and work on updating lectures (the halfway plan I had earlier, before all the stuff happened) or just take the day off? I'm probably better off mentally going in and working, actually. I'd like to go do something fun but that would require driving some distance - the things in town I might want to do are all things that are closed on Mondays (lots of places here, if they have a small staff, if they are open Saturdays then they close Sundays and Mondays).