24 Hours Without Power

We were on our way out the door to see Gravity around 11 am yesterday and Wolf went to open the garage door. Nothing.  It had been a gusty morning, with acorns and pine cones plonking on the roof and leaves blowing out of the trees, but it was otherwise uneventful. Then, literally the moment we went to leave, the power went out. With my car trapped in the garage. Having the power out on a not-a-work-day Saturday should have been a liberating experience.  No power means no doing laundry, no puttering around all day on the Internet, no TV. It also means, for the most part, no cooking. No access to my car also meant not going anywhere.  It meant sitting around and reading.  It should have been a good thing, right?