My ice machine, lying forgotten in my bedroom closet lo these last fourteen months, has been reaching out to me. I first noticed it out of the corner of my eye a few days ago, sitting quietly on the shelf. Then just yesterday one of its velcro straps had draped itself down over the shirts below. I replaced it, but I don't think it's through with me.
It's the loneliness of the long forgotten ice machine. It just wants to be needed again, Mike.