My sense of direction is abysmal, no, non-existent I have a black hole in my brain where directions are concerned. There is no up down or sideways, no back and forth, no front and back, no where, no how. Yesterday it took me over three and a half hours to get to where I wanted to go, a distance requiring less than an hour to drive. I drove three sides of a square to get to my destination. On the other hand, I made very good time.
Spin along with me
I'm so wide awake at 3 in the morning and so clear-headed, you'd think I could solve the problems of the world. Instead, this morning, I started fussing about my robe, the one I received when I was awarded an honorary doctorate. I was measured for it wearing the last (as it turned out) pair of high heels I owned., and it was a litle long when I wore it officially but I have since turfed the shoes and shrunk a little so it is definitely too long now. So there I was at 3 a.m., wondering, if I should ever need to wear it again, whether I should buy new shoes or have it shortened. Oh dear.This is not productive.