My office is located a stone's throw from the Circus' most Westerly (ie. not-so-important hockey) Pincer.
So, here's the thing.....
The nearby streets have been closed /diverted for 10 days now.
And the parking lot where I would park if I didn't ride in most days has been closed since last Wednesday.
And thank the goddess for that because....by today at noon on Day 4 that parking lot, which is directly outside my window, was a beehive of activity with, exactly:
-2 white passenger vans
-1 McDonaldsAd-festooned pick-up truck
-4 loitering blue coats gobbling off-site food from the nearby house of the evil green g'girl (although to be fair, extra excitement and activity was provided by the fact that one of the fine folks in blue was spinning her lanyard like a yo-yo doing 'Around-The-World' and talking animatedly about something or other)....
And that's it.
That's what all the fuss is about so far today.
There was one bit of excitement on the weepy Saturday afternoon just passed (ie. Day 2) that occurred when I had the temerity to cut across the empty parking lot on my way home, which led to the sudden swooping in of a stormtrooper-laden (well, ok, a couple of corpulent horsemen-in- body-armour-laden), camouflaged ATV out of nowhere to make sure I wasn't a protester with a message, a bike helmut made of compressed plastic shards of Esa Tikkanen's old Jofas, and MEC raingear....Or some such thing...(of course, they waved me on when they saw the whites of my eyes, the white of my hair, and, presumably, the white of my.....oh nevermind...)