I turned it on, it started to warm itself up, and died.
Well, hell. I fiddled with it for a few minutes and when it wouldn't obligingly turn back on I gave up and scheduled a service call for this morning.
Today (after a fun morning where Cass asked 'Mommy, can you take me to school?' and I
...until I noticed that the little plug-in heater in the office wasn't working either, and it dawned on both of us that one of the fuses in the house had blown.
Oh, he tromped around the basement with me and found the panel, where (lawsy, look!) it was discovered that yes, indeedy, one of the fuses had blown.
When we flicked the switch I could hear the copier in the office begin humming.
It sounded sorta like it was chuckling to itself too.
*It works the best for the title to be said in an E.T. phone home voice.