Our family turned off the lights late that Saturday night, Irma time, and on Sunday morning we couldn’t turn them back on. We didn’t need electric light at 7 a.m., but the air conditioning and fans weren’t working so we tried the bedside lamps as a token of verification. As resident author, it was my duty to utter suitable remarks. I uttered three: one profane, the second obscene, the third blasphemous. Oh, the hardship! Imagine lukewarm showers after two days, cold after three.