I got home at 5 tonight, having a whole plan of stuff that I had to do before my mother arrives tomorrow. Fridge was dead. Made calls about it. Pointless MUSH arguments took more time. Made more calls about fridge.
Now, 9:20, I finally have a "new" fridge (an older, smaller one from another apartment. Whoever moves into the apartment will get a new one.).
So tired, so stressed. Can't wait for this "vacation" to be over.