Argh! The entry I mailed from my phone at a stoplight was missing three words that I could have sworn I'd keyed in, the words that explain why I found the sight ominous: the fellow in the cherrypicker was hanging a stop sign over the intersection, making me wonder whether that meant they expected that signal to be out for an extended period. (The next block had electricity by the way.)
As it turned out, my lights were back on by the time I got home from rehearsal. *whew* The stop sign is still there, hanging right between two now-working traffic light assemblies.