The plan: Sleep in and have a lovely, relaxing Easter Sunday morning. The store wasn't opening until noon so it was the perfect opportunity to snooze.
The reality: The wind was howling so hard and loud that it actually woke me up. That was amazing in itself, because it takes a lot to wake me up.
Plan B: Dewey was restless and upset because of the wind and he wouldn't be able to sleep until he peed. So I put sweat pants on and a coat over the nightgown and thought they could have a quick pee and go back to bed.
The reality: The door to my apartment was snowed shut! No snow for weeks, spring weather and all of a sudden we wake up to a couple of feet blowing sideways and blocking my door with drifts. The dogs and I ran through the store and I punched in the alarm code before it woke the neighbourhood and we went out the store door. Dewey did what we went out for so I put him back in and grabbed the snowshovel and went to clear my apartment door with Corky. And since the shovel was out, I did the front stoop of the store. By the time I was finished shovelling and dried off the two dogs, I was desperate for coffee. Of course sleep was out of the question now.
Plan C: The store is closing at 5. Nap!
Right now it's 4:30, the sun is coming out and so are all the customers. If I can close at 5 it'll be a miracle. Go home and have Easter dinner, all you people! The exception would be the man in the green pick-up with the plow on the front who did a drive-by plowing of all the crap the snowplough left, and just left. He can come back as late as he wants. I have no idea who he was, just a Good Samaritan on Easter Sunday.
By the time I close the store, walk the dogs and dry them off, it'll come down to a choice between nap and supper. Sigh.