So I was roused from a pleassant dream this morning by a dump truck hinged
door slamming shut on the street below. No wait, maybe it was a gunshot?
No… it was louder. What the …

BLAMMO!*windows shake*

“Ahhh! I’m under attack! Someone’s shooting something in the
hallway!”

BLAMMO!*windows rattle harder* *Birds fly up past my window* (on the
22nd floor where they never go)

“What in god’s name is going on!?”

Looking out the window at the big plume of smoke from the cannon by the
legislature, I finally put 2 and 2 together as another blast rocked the
house. Today being Victoria day here in Canada, they were doing a 21 cannon
(or whatever is customary) salute. Directly at my apartment.

They -were- doing it at noon, when I should have been awake anyway. So I
hunkered down away from my windows and ate a bowl of yogurt while the
shelling continued.