Then I made a turn, and then another turn…and exited the park at…
80th and Central Park West. At 8:37. I had walked the equivallent of three blocks in 27 minutes.
SO, I hopped in a cab, laughing at myself all the way, and made it to my clients house right on time. Wow, was I grateful for cars this morning!
Thank goodness for taxis, sometimes!
Moderation in everything, I suppose…even moderation.
How’s your sense of direction? If it’s weak, what’s your favorite getting lost story?