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The recycle got picked up. At 5:30 of course, but at least it was same day.  And because it's seven weeks post-solstice it was still light out so I could see the guys had left my bin lying on its side, blocking  the sidewalk. So I went out and rescued it and dragged it back up the path, and a nice guy walking his dog asked if I needed a hand. I thanked him and said I was OK, but if he hadn't had a curious energetic pup to handle I might have taken him up on his offer, and let him heave the thing back onto the snowbank.

I miss the city guys who always pushed the bins back to the edge of the yard.

However it seems-- fingers crossed-- that my bar fridge has come back to life. I treat it very gently just in case, but not having to tackle the stairs pre-meds is a great relief.

And Monday is a holiday, so I must get a shop in before then.