On Monday, I went out for a good long walk/run. I intended to do several miles. I was listening to a good book, Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings, and was bopping along at a good clip. Everything was going great. There was some rain from time to time, but I didn't mind, because it was really, really hot out.
Then my bluetooth headphones died a sudden, and permanent death, and I decided it was time to go home.
Now I have a really, really terrible sense of direction. I often joke that if I was stuck inside a wet paper bag, naked, with my butt touching the back of the bag, I wouldn't be able to find my way out.
I didn't want to keep my phone out, for fear I'd rainwater-fry it just like I did my headphones.
Luckily, I had some landmarks to help me find my way. Like this one.
I followed the landmarks, and ducked under awnings and various shelters to check the map on my phone from time to time.
Without too much struggle, I did make it home okay.
I was grateful for that! (And grateful there was a place not too far away where I could pick up some new headphones the next day.)