Marcel did not enjoy the power outage. I wish I could tell you that it was at least fun and games when it all started—that at least when the sun was still high in the sky and the house went quiet at 3:30 in the afternoon, Marcel found our unexpected trip back in time to rediscover some of the rustic joys we once treasured as a society (because, well, there wasn’t a whole lot else going on) magical. Sadly, this was not the case. From the moment our electronics and appliances collectively clicked off, Marcel began to dread nightfall. The weather was fine and there were hours before bedtime, I blithely told him; there was no way the lights would still be off then!…