It started for me the friday before. As members of Animal Services, we wanted to be sure that we were prepared for whatever rescues the storm may have entailed. I spent my day packing up a horse trailer filled with crates, towels, blankets, water buckets, etc. Though the media was currently down playing the storm, we figured we'd take the "better safe than sorry" approach. I then proceeded home for my first late night.
We were on a 24 hour shift Saturday at the shelter and I had pulled the 7pm to 7am. Trying to keep myself awake as late as possible, I must have watched half a season of a new show, "Switched at Birth," that I am currently obsessed with. I proceeded to bed around 3am and made every attempt I could to sleep through the rain and my dogs barking the next day. I gave myself a little extra time to drive to work and headed in around 6pm. It was still pouring down rain when I got to work and found that our quarter mile long driveway was already blocked with a downed tree..