Well, I had just asked Gary to download a photo he took this morning so I could ridicule him in tonight's post. Then boom, power went out. Houses one street over are fine. Rest of neighborhood is dark. Thanks to the iPhone I can brag that tonight he came home, said hello from the kitchen, and I said "kgzgkgpjhmph." "Are you eating?" "hxyyvjvydmph." Then I swallowed. "It isn't chocolate." Next thing I heard was him gasping, then the door slammed, them the garage door went up and the car drove away. Then he came back after half an hour with chocolate covered strawberries. Which I will eat now, since they will melt without air conditioning.