Apparently there is a time in the morning before the stores open. So I discovered this morning, well into week three of my “alarm clock set for 7:08 a.m.” odyssey.
I was out of the house by 8:15 a.m. After a brief stop by Elections PEI, I thought to myself “maybe I’ll stop by Bruce MacNaughton’s new place for a cup of tea.” But they don’t open until 10:00 a.m.
“Perhaps a bracing smoothie from Nature’s Harvest,” I thought to myself. Not open.
“Well, I could pick up a copy of the Globe and wait until they open,” I reconciled to myself. Bookmark not open.
I eventually settled for a low-far cranberry-orange muffin and an orange juice from the Great Canadian Bagel, and came on in to the office.
I was the first one here.
The other revelation this morning: lots of people walk to work in downtown Charlottetown. I always wondered why I never saw anyone walking to work; now I realize it’s because they do so at this ungodly hour.