What the flip do you do with no power?

Nothing, apparently. My power was been out at least since I got home around 4:45, and probably even before that. It came back on around 6:15. And what did I do while my power was out? Panic. That is all I did for an entire hour and a half. Why was I panicking? Well, my number 1 reason to panic: My phone was dying and since the power was out, I couldn't charge it. I tried plugging it into my dying computer, but that only worked for about 10 minutes. Which leads me to question why my phone is so necessary to my life. Why do I always have to have it in my hand? And why am I so afraid of being without it? Not a fun thing to wonder about. Number 2 reason to panic: I was home alone for most of the time the power was out. My sister came home around 5:45ish, but was getting ready to leave for a birthday party, so I still felt alone, which leads to me wonder why I need to feel connected. And if I needed to be connected so badly, why didn't I just get in my car and drive somewhere? Really, Maggie? Way to be ridiculous. So, pretty much, I spent an hour of my life panicking for absolutely no reason. Now, I'm sitting here, with the power on, wondering why I made such a big deal of all of this. Conclusion? If I start freaking out when the power in my house is out for an hour and a half, what would I do if the Power of God went out? I would probably turn into a puddle on the floor. I am really thankful that that one is never going to go out. I guess I just needed to be reminded that God is not going any where. Good one, God.