GPS, You Traitor

I wonder why I sleep so decadently in hotel beds. Oh, and I do! My brain will even do me the most blessed favor of waking me up at intervals throughout the night so I can properly appreciate being utterly relaxed, somnolent, and snuggled down in my nest. Especially king-sized beds, of which I occupy only a tiny corner and cover the remaining bed space with open books, pretzels, lap desks, remotes, and clothes?

I've been on a business trip, and I stayed in a suite at a very nice hotel - I wish they'd updated their website so I'd have known that they completed a new indoor pool! I would have brought my suit and spent yesterday evening WITHOUT all those open books and pretzels and remotes (yaaay Animal Planet!), getting some exercise. I think I've been getting way more than enough exercise anyway - I've dropped 10 lbs. since November. From where, I have no idea. Probably my hard-earned muscle mass, which all of that cardio is eating away. ::sob::

I hate/love cardio ruts. The Bikram should be helping with that, though - I'm hoping to regain some of that muscle in the next several weeks.

On my way home, I took an accidental detour because my GPS was in "Simulate Map" mode, meaning that it showed on the screen what it would look like if I were going the right way... Which I wasn't, for about half an hour. I got increasingly suspicious when intersections weren't appearing in person when they appeared on the map, and when the map showed me that I'd passed Charlotte 25 minutes ago, I watched with chagrin as the buildings of downtown Charlotte loomed up right in front of me.

I cursed myself, turned off the GPS, took a good old-fashioned look at Mr. Sol, and eventually found my way back to I-85 using my sense of direction. I can't believe I trusted that thing, even as it lied to me! What am I, without technology?

Not much. Not much at all. But in that case, I got un-lost, as Steven pointed out.