That was interesting

So getting here at 6am was interesting. I drove so I could get that precious twenty extra minutes of sleep and the first thing that struck me odd was the realization that in all the years I've lived in Vancouver I don't recall ever having driven into town at sunrise in the summer. It's more normal for me to staggering home at sunrise (like last Monday morning). It seemed weird to see the sun rise in the northeast from behind the mountains. The roads were deserted and I only counted seven other cars in the parkade, which by eight o'clock is often full. I knew it was way too early when the Starbucks across the street wasn't even open yet. The building was still locked. I never even bothered to confirm that my swipe-card would work on the main doors and the elevators after hours. Fortunately it did. When I reached my floor I knew I was the first one in because my <sarcasm>favourite</sarcasm> newspaper (the Province) was lying on the floor still. It was nice being absolutely alone on the floor for the first hour until the keeners started arriving around 7am.