Reverting to Beauty

The funny thing is, when I was unscrewing a lightbulb to change it, and the whole wall-mounted unit thing shorted out with that curious small explosion noise, taking the wall outlets out with it, I didn't think I'd find myself enjoying having to shower by candlelight.

You just never know, I guess.

I'll call the super tomorrow, I suppose - particularly since I'll have company staying with me later in this week (who may or may not appreciate that "living in the dark ages" look), but for now it's kind of preindustrial in the bathroom at night - apart from those most marvelous inventions: hot and cold running water and a flush toilet (and I pray those keep working) - and there's something romantic about it.

I have to light the candles every evening, and I get to see myself lit from below, in that soft, warm, almost rosy light. Makes me feel quieter, somehow.