FTF at 9:38 am.
I had just made myself comfortable and was just starting to log all yesterday's caches when I, slightly belatedly, noticed I had new mail - a new cache and relatively close! I loaded the details into the GPS, a task that took longer than normal as the Groundspeak web site is staging a go slow this morning, and then jumped into the car and set off.
At 0.18 miles to go (East side) spotted a lay by and left the car there, which was probably the correct decision. A short time later I am at GZ, having carefully crossed the busy road, and start my search. It doesn't take long as the trained cacher's eye spots a likely something. Yep, there it is. Extract the log and carefully unfold and examine it. Yippy! I really am first, something I managed to fail to do all through March.