Who Moved My Cheese Exit?

Sometime between Tuesday morning and this morning, the grand I-4 Exit Renumbering Scheme reached my stretch of the freeway. (At least partially; there were still one or two misses here and there.) Instead of diverting at the much-celebrated Exit 26B (as in, "Take I-4 to Exit 26B and Follow the Signs," a part of every Downtown Disney and Casting commercial I know of), I now leave the freeway at Exit 67.

For me, this is no big deal. I wish Florida highways had always been numbered by milepost and not by sequence; the latter practice is what gave us an Exit 24E in the middle of nowhere. It was a source of confusion my first night in the state, as it took me 1/2 an hour to progress from Exit 7 to Exit 8 on I-10, and I just knew I'd gone more than a mile there. I grew up knowing how far I lived from the Oregon/California state line, because our house was near Exit 30 on I-5.

Of course, I also tend to be an early adopter of these useless kinds of changes. I spent about a week troubled by the fact that I couldn't get early versions of this blog to validate in XHTML 1.0. (It still won't, don't bother checking.) Please note, however, that I easily adapt to the useless changes. If it really matters to more than a small percentage of the population, it will undoubtedly cause me unmeasured consternation. Ah, well.