I haven't done a whole lot of traveling recently, so when I did eight airplanes in three days earlier this week, it threw me for a bit of a loop. I think I was in Salt Lake City yesterday...

How do you really know when you're disoriented? I mean, if you're out of it, can you really judge whether or not you're out of it?

Here's one clue: I dutifully checked my calendar this morning and went to a 10am meeting. Only one problem. I was 24 hours early.

Yeah. Disoriented. Uh huh.