When the lights went out, I was in the bathroom sorting through the various medications I take each day — little round pills that can roll under the claw-footed bathtub if they spill, small ovals that bounce goodness-knows-where if they’re dropped. One false move and I would knock the whole kit-and-boodle all over the floor and spend the next hour trying to finding them ... when the power came back on. If the power came back on.