Just when things we looking really good at the control, we head a crash-boom down the street and the lights and power to the city suddenly went out. John was just putting the first pizza in the oven, a second too late. Plan B is to try and use the barbecue grill to warm up water for cup of soups. Oh yes, and the Harley rider in the room next door just demanded that we quiet down. A Harley rider wants quiet. Also.