The day after we took our daughter to college, we hosted a card party here for 12 people. That meant cleaning the house, tidying the yard, preparing the food for the 6:30 arrival of our guest. Having company was a wonderful distraction on our first day home without kids. All went well. The weather was warm, dinner was wonderful, the competition intense as we complained of bad cards, crazy bids and strategic faux pas’. The laughter was cathartic. Only minutes after the last guest left, off went the electricity! For some unknown reason, it went out in the entire neighborhood. Feeling completely spent and without juice, both figuratively and literally, off we went out doors. Quilt on ground, bodies on quilt, we stargazed and said little, each absorbed in our own private thoughts and I’m sure silent prayers. Forty-five minutes later, on came the electricity and restored energy for both of us. The symbolism did not get by us as we began to prepare for the second night alone.