Yesterday it was a door with failed hinges.
This afternoon I spent thirty minutes flummoxed because the lighted cover for my (elderly) Kindle was no longer lighting. Spouse listens to me for a minute, insists that the problem must be fixable, and gives a diagnosis of a wobbly coupler. Somehow manages to make it all work. (I guess I can't justify a new Kindle...)
But these things only come in three, right?
Hopefully I'll feel more connected (and charged?) tomorrow.