When one posts an account in tandem with ones' daughter; and ones' daughter, a.k.a. "Q", mocks everyone she writes about: one tends to hold back descriptions of shared experiences until She has her say. Her blog today grandly ignored yesterdays catastrophic brush with death so I am forced to describe it and face the ridicule.

The Mother's Day printer has been used once since installed by the King of all Technology. When I finally tried to use it by punching "ON" it ignored me. As Q was checking the mass of wires behind the desk she gasped "Hot!" and "Ow!"
She then hauled out a power surge protector strip and in it were plugs to a stapler, a fan, a vacuum adapter thingee which powered up a battery operated Eureka vacuum and the actual printer. The adapter thingee was hot and melted.

It could be the adapter preferred to be plugged elsewhere. But it could be when we had our recent power problems a bolt of lightning shot through the wall and fried the adapter. The clever stapler, fan and printer were not "on" but the busy adapter was.

So in addition to fixing tuna croquettes, and correcting ISP generated errors, She saved my house from burning to the ground. Mock away Q'tie.