Dan, your predicament reminds me of an old story my dad told me. There were these two Irish brothers, Daniel and Patrick. They would go to the pub each Tuesday and order two beers at a time, one for each of them. Over the years, they got to know the bartender of course. Well, soon enough, Patrick got the itch and left Ireland to go to America and seek work. Dan would still go to the bar on Tuesdays and order his beers two at a time, to honor his brother Patrick. This goes on for years and years. One day, Dan goes to the bar and orders only one beer. The bartender, having known Dan and Patrick for years and years, is concerned about Patrick, naturally enough. He doesn't say anything for a while, but it is eating at him that something may have happened to Patrick. So he gets up his courage, and one Tuesday he finally asks Dan, in the most polite way he can, if anything has happened to his brother Patrick, since Dan is only ordering one beer at a time now. Dan laughs heartily, looks the bartender straight in the eyes and says, "Nah, Paddy's fine! I just had to give up drinking!"
Kind of like you and your grills!