I was on track to have a load of pottery ready two days before Christmas, and then in the middle of firing, I heard a thud… the familiar sound of the fuse box. I went out to check the garage, and the kiln had shut off, but the kiln sitter had not tripped. It smelled like burning wires and plastic. I turned off the box fan and unplugged an empty power strip, and Joe flipped the fuse back over. There…