I was sewing like a crazed woman, kind of, trying to get some projects finished and the electricity went off about midnight last night. My sewing room is in the basement. Now I'm not the most organized person so I was worried about walking thru the basement trying to remember where piles of projects may be setting, along with chairs and whatever may be lurking down there. But DH actually heard me yelling for him to get me a flashlight. Lesson learned, I need to get a flashlight and keep it close by from now on. And since it was midnight, I really didn't feel too bad about quitting for the night and going to bed.