I drove an entire 11 miles in the wrong direction on my way to work today before I realized it. Who does that? I got off the interstate onto the route I normally take, congratulating myself for being twenty minutes early, cruising, singing along with my morning jams, when I see a sign for a city that is in the other direction. Mother eff. You would think I would have noticed I was going east, not west, on my gps. Or possibly that the six or seven exits I passed along the way, all landmarks for going the opposite direction might have clued me in.
So I get off the route and get back on in the other direction. I made it into work at 8:00 am on the dot. In my defense, I only just started going to this site once a week, the rest of the time I go to the main site downtown. Oh well.
On another note, I went to the gym for the first time in a month yesterday. That trip to the gym calculates out to $80. Maybe if I can get my butt in there once a week, it'll only cost me $20 a pop.
How was your morning?