There’s also those moments of, in the immortal words of Christopher Columbus, “Where the heck am I? “.
I routinely drive from zero dark thirty AM until late into the night, park, rack out, rinse and repeat.
Then there’s the mornings after doing the above, and I still have blood in my caffeine stream, and I get on the road in the morning and hit the interstate and see I-XX North that way, South that way, and I look down at the GPS and it says I’m ALREADY heading north or south (because that part of the N/S Interstate actually runs E/W) and my brain goes into melt-down mode until I remember which way I’m supposed to be heading........