Doh!
Some of the lights went out at work tonight. (A full blown power failure would have been more catastrophic but at least I could have checked out early....) The pastor wasn’t in, so I called the business manager and she talked me through finding the circuit box etc. I came home feeling quite proud of myself since I figured which switch needed flipping, flipped it and got back to work.

They breakers weren’t labeled as clearly as some I’ve seen. (It was a lot like home - cryptic code explaining what switch was for what. ) There was a note that said “FRONT OFFICE #15.” What I couldn’t figure out was why there were twenty switches that said 15 and six that said 20. My bemused dear husband laughed (politely, more or less) as he later explained that the 15 meant 15 amps.

Laugh, Embot, laugh all you want. You know about my stellar performance in honors physics...But at least this time I didn’t wimp out with one of those horror film “don’t go in the basement” moments.