Milk Run

Last night, the power went out in half of our apartment. D tried resetting the circuit, but it didn't work. The half without electricity: the living room, tv room, and kitchen. We called the landlord and left a voice mail. We tried turning a bunch of stuff of and re-resetting the circuits. We called the landlord again. Nothing.
I was already getting ready for bed when D said, "What should we do about the milk in the freezer?"
Shit.
Shitshitshitshitshit.
I had two months' worth of frozen breastmilk stored in there. It would almost certainly thaw overnight. What to do, what to do?

Well, since half of our apartment still had electricity, we considered running an extension cord and plugging in the fridge to an outlet with some juice. We rejected this notion, because we feared it would overload the only circuit left, and we needed that one for the air conditioner.

We had to find another freezer.

So I called my friends Max* & Shut_In_w/Cats, to see if we could borrow a little freezer space for our baby's frozen food. He said to come right over. We packed up three full converted-tissue-boxes worth of milk into an empty diaper bag, and I ran to the car, and hastened to their abode, where Max cleared a whole freezer shelf for me.

Our friends are our heroes!! Our power's back, but we're not going to ask to retrieve the milk until we've had power for at least 24 hours.
Ferrying frozen breastmilk is one of the odder local errands I've had to run.

*Max? Really? When did we come up with that pseudonym? I think it's short for Max Power, right?