My refrigerator broke. It stopped cooling. I got up one morning and there was sweat all over the milk jug and the orange juice pitcher. "Oh, no," I thought, "I didn't shut the door properly last night." I made sure it was shut and went on with my day.

Later that day, I went back. The inside of the fridge was even hotter than before. "Hmm," I thought, "I must have accidentally hit the temperature settings." I adjusted them to the "cool" side of average, and went on.

The next morning, an awful smell told me this was going to be a major problem. I took out some cheese and butter and put them in the small fridge in my office. The fruit would keep at room temperature. Everything else I chucked in the garbage.

Eventually I got the apartment manager to tell me which appliance repairman they had a contract with, so I got everything taken care of. For about four days there, though, all I ate was fruit and nuts.

Bon appetite.

Yesterday I saw a strange rodent on the sidewalk outside my office. It was about the size of a rabbit. It was brown and had a short tail, with a weasle-like face. It scurried away before I could positively identify it. It looked like a Rodent of Unusual Size -- except that it was of the usual size.

Hmm.