If my haze had been just a little thicker, I might gone all the way to the point of pulling into the ramp at work, looking in the back seat at my girls, and saying, "What are you doing here?"
I've had days like that. Last October, on a lovely Sunday morning, I was walking to church--only I wasn't. To do that I'm supposed to walk three blocks south, then cross Pennsylvania Ave. and Kelly Drive so that I can walk up the Art Museum driveway, leading me to the Spring Garden Bridge and thence through the Powelton Village neighborhood, the Drexel Campus, and down to the Penn Campus, where our church is.
I, however, chose to just stay on Pennsylvania Avenue, which is what I do when I'm walking to school. I had reached 23rd Street, more than half a mile away from the museum, when I realized, "Hey. I'm not going to school. It's Sunday. I was supposed to be going the other way."
Needless to say, I was NOT on time for choir rehearsal. Sometimes we just go on auto-pilot. I even did this once when I was supposed to be grocery shopping. The store is in a huge apartment building between 24th & 25th on Pennsylvania, but I once again had walked all the way down to 23rd Street before I realized that I'd spaced completely. (And I was even trundling the shopping cart along with me the entire way, so that SHOULD have tipped me off.)
This, naturally, explains a LOT about me. ::snort::
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I've had days like that. Last October, on a lovely Sunday morning, I was walking to church--only I wasn't. To do that I'm supposed to walk three blocks south, then cross Pennsylvania Ave. and Kelly Drive so that I can walk up the Art Museum driveway, leading me to the Spring Garden Bridge and thence through the Powelton Village neighborhood, the Drexel Campus, and down to the Penn Campus, where our church is.
I, however, chose to just stay on Pennsylvania Avenue, which is what I do when I'm walking to school. I had reached 23rd Street, more than half a mile away from the museum, when I realized, "Hey. I'm not going to school. It's Sunday. I was supposed to be going the other way."
Needless to say, I was NOT on time for choir rehearsal. Sometimes we just go on auto-pilot. I even did this once when I was supposed to be grocery shopping. The store is in a huge apartment building between 24th & 25th on Pennsylvania, but I once again had walked all the way down to 23rd Street before I realized that I'd spaced completely. (And I was even trundling the shopping cart along with me the entire way, so that SHOULD have tipped me off.)
This, naturally, explains a LOT about me. ::snort::