Yes, it's in.

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It's been in, and leveled, for a while.  Plugged in, set up as suggested, and running.

I need to get things put back, whatever I am going to put back in it.  Who knows.  But... I best get to it.  It's a nice looking fridge.  Stainless, but that is cheaper than the old options.  I don't get that, but... it's the way of things these days.  I don't mind stainless, I just wouldn't ever have paid a premium for it, or a premium for the old "regular" type.  If all else is the same, I'll take the less expensive "skin".

I tipped the guys a $20.  Not much, but... something.  A soda/drink and a small meal each, these days.  I did say small, didn't I?  The fridge wasn't that heavy.  But it's still physical labor.  And they probably aren't paid all that much.  The one seemed quite happy, or was being polite.  I never can tell if the tip is right, rude, too much, or else.  It's... what I can afford.  Will afford.

Ribs are killing me.  Not sure why.  Well, other than too much work, for too long, too many days in a row.  Even so, the pain is a badge of honor or some such.

Pleasing, to have the new fridge in, leveled.  To have the house cleared and cleaned along the path.  To have swept and mopped, even if just a quarter of the main kitchen area.  Now to just... move... and get out there.  Put things away before they rot.  And... check things, before I put them in.  No stinky stuff in.  Even if it hurts to toss it.

Then a good long nap, or just... more sleep through the day.  Later, or much later.