This afternoon I felt confused, lost, without familiar landmarks, turned round in the wrong direction and not knowing which way to go. As if some imp of the perverse were determined to make the metaphor literal, on my evening walk I ended up in an unfamiliar neighborhood, without familiar landmarks, sky overcast so that I couldn't even tell in which direction the sun was setting (which would have been very useful information, although what concerned me more was that it seemed to be setting so very quickly while I was in an unfamiliar neighborhood). Fortunately, the rule "When in doubt, walk towards the sounds of loudest traffic noise" works pretty well in most places around here, so I eventually got myself to a major road and on the way home.
Hmm... perhaps I should take the literal and make it metaphorical again? In that case, moving in the direction of the traffic noise would mean I should go where the people are, hang out with folks and maybe that will help me get my bearings again. In other words, I really feel like I need to go to this week's get-togethers on Tuesday & Wednesday. Here's hoping my body agrees. (But I wonder what's the metaphorical equivalent of the bus stop I passed by with the route map on it that confirmed I was, indeed, finally going in the right direction.)
In other news: I have frozen pizza and I really should eat it.