The temperature is in the 90s as I reach into the freezer for that half-gallon of cherry-vanilla ice cream, but when I open it, the ice cream is all gooey. My brain instantly goes into panic mode. I open the freezer again and start poking at a package of frozen fish — mushy. I open the container of leftover chili — slushy. The frozen pizza is yucky.

I call the appliance repair shop that fixed my washer two years ago and get voicemail. Their hours are Monday through Friday, closed Saturday and Sunday, but they ask me to leave a message. When the beep comes on, the

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