After A Night of Cleaning...

I spent most of yesterday on the phone, dealing with the store where my now gone fridge was purchased. Their recommended repair person all but laughed when I told him that I had an apartment sized refrigerator, telling me it was likely more expensive to repair than to purchase new.

Another company I've used in the past said that they have seen an upswing in motor and board replacements for the model I had which was just three years old.  Meanwhile, calls to several retailers produced one available refrigerator in the size I need and after some back and forth, it was bought and brought to my flat by two maskless men, one of whom I've known for twenty years.

I left a check and waited outside until they were done, well away from my place. I was masked. My back neighbors, who are very careful, came in for a minute, masked, and opened my windows and sliding glass door to circulate air. One of them gave me a can of Clorox wipes to use for the after cleaning.

Sudden, pelting rain forced me inside where armed with wipes, paper towels and a can of Lysol, I set to work wiping down everything I could reach in the kitchen, bathroom and front room. I left the air on but sprayed the AC filter and coil, sprayed each section of the flat and took out trash. When I returned, the kitchen and bathroom were mopped with my Swiffer twice each. The doors and windows were left open for a good two hours until I gave up the ghost for bed at nearly 2 AM.

I've now been up since 5 and washed all the bathroom linens once I realized that one of those men used a wash cloth to clear behind the refrigerator. Since I don't where else his hands may have been, all went into the washer and the rack which holds them will be wiped as well before the towels are folded and returned to their place.

I hope to hell that I don't need anymore help with anything in here and I hope I've done to protect myself. I am tired and still need to replace the food I  lost.

Goodnight.