Little frowny face

Yesterday I woke with an unsettled intestinal system and then got hot and cold at the same time; the weather was icy and my replacement Kindle could not be delivered. Now, after an early morning trip to the bathroom, I stopped by the kitchen for a bit of ice for a drink . . AND THE ICEMAKER IS NOT WORKING.

I looked it all over and came to the conclusion that it IS NOT WORKING. So I am in the first step of the situation: I closed the door, leaned on it and implored, “WORK, WORK, WORK, YOU ICEMAKER.” I do not have much hope in this step.