"Crap," I said. "It's an hour to sunset. What then?"
My husband decided avoid this question by taking a nap.
I decided to clean kerosene lamps, shower while the water was still hot and there was enough light coming into the bathroom to shower by, dig out candles, and see if I could light the oven without power. (Answer: no, but I didn't try very hard. Stove, yes, however. Verdict: pilotless gas range is annoying in a power outage.)
As I was fiddling with the lamp next to the bed, my husband muttered, "THIS is the thing you're the ant about."
I read until sunlight failed me, and listened to audio books as long as I could stand staring at nothing while doing so. In other words, I filled about ten of the remaining twenty minutes of daylight.
I crawled into bed next to my husband at 5:00. "I'm bored, so you get me."
Heavy sighs from him and the cats I displaced.
At 5:03 the power came back on. "Seven minutes 'til sunset!" Dann said.
I bounced out of bed. "My life has meaning again!"