Do you remember

this?

Well, last night at 9:05pm, my worst fear came true. The AC stopped when a fuse blew in our bedroom.
Let me step back by saying that unlike usual, I was not blow drying my hair/watching tv/charging my cell phone with all the lights on. Instead, I was in the living room, with the lights off, listening to David Sedaris on NPR. Did you see that? I was listening to the radio, like in the olden days. And I was in the dark. Again, like in the olden days - as in, in a time before they had AC and still, that blessed thing decided to blow.
With M. at school holding the knowledge of the fuse box's whereabouts, I felt helpless. So I ate ice cream and scorned my helplessness. Did I consider wandering into the building's basement in search of the fuse box? Yes, I thought about it but the idea was slightly overwhelming since I've a) never been down there b) basements are notoriously scary c) it was night time d) see b and c. I talked myself down from the ledge o'panic, convincing myself that though it might be painful torture, I would not die from lack of AC for a single night. But what if it was more than that?!What if we couldn't get it going again?! Then, I talked myself down again, took a deep breath and ate more ice cream.
Then I did what any sane person would do: I called M. repeatedly. I knew full well that he was on the subway but I didn't care so much. I cursed the underground railway until after a few tries, the boy came above ground and picked up. He recognized the fake calm in my voice and went straight to the basement, where he flipped a switch and made our AC pump deliciously cool air out once again. I don't doubt that soon, I will be blogging about my descent into the deep, dark abyss that is the basement.
You see now why i live in fear.