Lights on

Didn`t sleep spectacularly well last night and was fitful after Michael left.
Headed over to my mom`s and I just remembered Felix wrecked the bathroom just as I was heading out so I need to clean the kitty litter box.  Fcking Felix.  Someone put his stuffing in all wrong.
Po came out to meet me for lunch and we were looking out the window at the rain coming down and trying to decide just how desperately we wanted to go to Granville Island and we decided to brave it and lo, it was good.
Awesome lox with cream cheese on bagels at the Blue Parrot.  Followed by the penultimate Kits statement at the kitchen shop in Net Loft: "Do you have any nutmeg graters?".  I waited for the person to say "ummm, no, we don't have any of those" but I was foolish, because this is Granville Island and so the comeback was "Yes, we have a few to choose from" and shortly thereafter we left the store.
A cool thing happened on the way there, though.  We heard this terrific splash in the water next to us and leaned over, saw nothing, and then this seagull shot up from the shallow depths with a large crab in its beak.  I had no idea seagulls dived like that: it was very impressive.
And I must say a weird thing happened on the way back.  We were shortly before Charleson Park when we heard an announcement over some loudspeakers that went roughly like this: "This is the Early Warning Broadcast System: Please stay tuned for an announcement".  So Po and I looked at each other and were like, WTF and I said "I kinda want to stay for the announcement" because of all the earthquakes on the Pacific Rim and whatnot, and because we have an air raid siren in North Vancouver and they've never used it so if they are using the EARLY WARNING BROADCAST SYSTEM then you kind of think maybe something SCARY is about to be announced.
No.  It was some children talking about Christmas related things in a cute way: I guess the local primary school can commandeer the Early Warning Broadcast announcements quite willy nilly.  I mean, I hope they raise lots of money at their school fundraiser and everyone attends the Christmas concert and whatnot, but holy shit.  For a moment I was seriously concerned.
Banged off a nice 8 miler around Science World and over to the West End and back.  We truly live in an amazingly beautiful city.  I know I'm a bitch and a curmudgeon, but the lights from the towers in the West End as I was running past the Maritime Museum, and the cloud cover over GM Place and the strange lighting on the Burrard Street bridge?  Stellar.  So.  Beautiful.  I've been to a lot of very impressive cities over the last few years and Vancouver is an absolute competitor.  I am quasi-mesmerized every time I stay here and run the seawall.
To that end: Felix hisses and poops and says hi.