Reefer Madness

A couple seasons ago the refrigerator in Home Sweet Home gave up the ghost. The fix-it guy say it would be big bucks to replace the electrical panel, or I could just run it on propane. Plan B it was until yesterday, when it attempted suicide again. The tip-off was a puddle of water on the floor. I opened the door to positively balmy temps (60F/16C), although the ice cubes in the freezer had barely broken a sweat. Strange. I began evacuation efforts, cramming all my perishables into my travel fridge and farming out my frozen salmon to a neighbor. I went to bed annoyed, knowing I'd have to deal with it this morning. Well, today the crazy thing is working again. That's life in a tin can...