Called Ken my fix-it-guy and he told me to check the fuses. Well guess what? One of them had become un-screwed (probably from moving it so much when we did the floors).
Ha ha ha. I’m so embarrassed that I panicked.
So everything is groovy. Samantha is burning and full blast and all is good with the world. Now to eat some Zucchini bread!
Whew! Close call.