Just A Wee Bit Too Early

Last night around 10:00 we realized that we were completely out of coffee. Zero. Doug knew he was going to need to plow in the early morning to get out anyway so he decided to plow us out, then venture out to Family Fare for some Cinnamon Hazelnut. He got Nathan out of bed, thinking that riding to Holland in a blizzard for coffee at 10:40 at night is something a boy of (almost) 13 would thrive on. He was right.
They pulled out out of here as I was headed up to prepare for sleep and I fully expeceted to be getting a call soon after with them either A. In the ditch or B. Turning around due to impassable roads. I had just finished my beauty treatments when i heard shuffling sounds from downstairs. They had safely returned with not only the treasured coffee but also Pop Tarts! I didn't even know they were made and distributed in the United States anymore but Nathan had eaten them on his last campout and talked Doug into some for the fierce and potentially dangerous ride home.
When Doug came up to bed he noticed that Franchesca was sitting on her bed putting her socks on. She was fully dressed but her hooded sweatshirt was on backwards! Her bed was made and she told him that her clock said 8:00 and she thought she had overslept. She was greatly relieved when he told her it was 11:30 p.m. and that she had the entire night to go. She has been waking at 5:45 a.m. for about a month now then begging to go to bed around 6:30 p.m. Must be this winter weather and lack of sunshine inflicting this tortureous schedule into her body.