UPDATED | You Know What This Means, Don't You?

It means I can't sit around eating bonbons and watching my stories this afternoon. That's what it means. Dang.

UPDATE! Like magic the lights came on seconds after I called to inquire about when the lights would come back on. 

Now this should be fun. In lieu of watching my stories, I mopped the kitchen floor-- using a mop, not the fancy runs-on-Electricity floor cleaner-- in the dark. Wonder what it looks like?