Continued from here.
My second day of driving was...also disaster-prone. I had scheduled a doctor's appointment in Sacramento in an area I vaguely thought I could find, PLUS I had Mapquest instructions there (note: but not back!) printed out, PLUS I have GPS on my phone. I can make this, right?
Nope. My GPS stopped working pretty much from the second I turned it on, forcing me to depend on the Mapquest instructions. Which...yeah, didn't help when it came to my final turnoff off the freeway. Because exit 9 existed, but not the 9A I was expecting to come off after that...and it never showed up. I missed the appointment (and I canceled it altogether because clearly I am not up to rescheduling), cried in the car, and had to call my friend for directions home. And THEN the GPS worked.
I am not normally an OMG MERCURY RETROGRADE person because it usually doesn't affect me, but...
Though really, a friend of mine turns out to have had the worst eclipse day of all: on the day of, her husband picked a verbal fight with some frat boy types, and the frat boys literally picked the husband and my friend up and threw them around. Cops and ambulances had to be called, bruises and stitches in the head happened. Good LORD.