House of Wax...
So much for getting caught up. Work was productive - in the most boring of ordinary paper-pushing way. And then I was ready to throw myself into home things. Hmmm...

I was late getting home. Then some financial snafus - but before I could settle down for some serious book cooking and gnashing of teeth, the power went out. (No, we have five days to take care of ComEd. That wasn't the reason.) Well, it was a good thing that I had neither money nor ambition when I was at Sam's Club Saturday.

Rock scraped up the cash to take us to Culver's for dinner. (Culver's is far enough away that if their power was out, it would probably be a sign of cataclysmic disaster and we would have bigger problems than rearranging our evening's plans.) Still no power when we got home....but lots of ComEd trucks working on what looked like a downed power line.

Rick and the boys found constructive activities. The girls and friends had taken off for a "pub" that would offer AC, lights, entertainment. And I tried to read. Which was lovely, what with the ambient quiet and all. As long as there was still a bit of sunlight. The candles I arranged in my room just didn't cut it for reading. ( I should keep a large print book for just such occasions.) Forget taking a shower...it was bad enough flossing and brushing by candlelight.

The power came on in the middle of the night. I woke up and set my alarm clock. Not that oversleeping is much of a concern when you fall asleep around 9:30.

I didn't notice that wax had flowed over the protective plate I had put under the candles. On to my purse. And some other things. Clean up time shall commence. Now.