I went down to the main street to see what had happened. Apparently a tree came down on a three-way nexus of power lines and we were on one of those legs.
Watching the workers seem to take forever to get anything done didn't help my sour mood any. I stood across the street with my arms folded fuming, wondering when the lights would come back on.
It was during this rumination that I realized the reality of the situation: I was suffering what was actually a pretty minor inconvenience and these guys were risking their lives. They were the ones out in the rain in the dark in a cherry picker trying to cut limbs off power lines and then reconnecting them.
I couldn't watch TV.
So, I did the only sensible thing: I went to Clayworks
...and the power was on when I came home.