I remember one year going to my mother's electrical menorah, which she loves -- no muss, no fuss, no candle wax -- plugging it in at sunset, turning on the next light, and then doing a double take and saying to myself, "It is shabbas. Hm. What is wrong with this picture?"

Mind, to the degree my folks are / were practicing, they're Reform, and tend more to the secular-but-tribally-Jewish. And, I'm at best secular-but-tribally Jewish.