D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

More wind and rain all night. The parking sign had been brought in and parked at the back of the store, and the morning janitor hadn't made it in. I had intended to put the sign back out once the wind died down—the high wind warning was supposed to expire at 3:00—but it continued blowing and banging the door. Customer-wise, it was deader than Saturday night; I made less than $100, no previews. I kept looking outside into a windswept, wet wasteland; for several hours there was someone obsessively sweeping the other end of the parking lot. When I came home I found the catfood had been eaten, and a small wasp's nest had been washed into the driveway, painted white by the painters when they did the eaves and gutters.