Mary labeled this "tough life" in the subject line of her email, and I thought oh no, someone lost their job, has a horrible disease, some tragedy has befallen someone I know etc. I was happily surprised when I opened it and saw who exactly has a tough life:
This weekend, the lyric to a song from many years ago popped into my head. I only know this one line:
Lazy bones, sleeping in the sun. How you're going to get your day's work done?
So now I've googled it and it's an old Hoagy Carmichael song -- here are the full lyrics:
Mary's refrigerator died after a short illness with all the usual murmurings and worryings about a replacement. But it was delivered yesterday -- a side by side -- and here's the new appliance: