For three days, I’ve been silent. No more. I had a major breakthrough. Granted, it wasn’t by choice. Early Sunday morning, a major thunderstorm wiped out our power. Due to the green color of the air and the rushing wind that sounded like a freight-train, I did what an unself-respecting, not-astronaut-material type person would do. I ran to the basement in my underwear. As I spent the next three days without power, completely isolated from all astronaut-related temptation, I did hard blue-collar work. After a strong solar storm, would an astronaut clean up debris near his or her ship? No! Would I clean up debris near my house? Absolutely. I wasn’t even fooled when my wife suggested I consider being a cosmonaut.