In Which Things Are Not What They Seem

We're supposed to go to Barnes-Jewish Hospital for a show this morning. SInce I've never been to the place before, I clicked on the hospital website's link to map our trip, which took me to a MoDOT (Missouri Dept. of Transportation) travel site. I dutifully filled in my address -- it already had the hospital address as the destination. And discovered that the hospital is over 800 miles from my house.

Because apparently we live in Lake Ontario.

At least, as far as MoDOT can tell, that's where we are.

So we must be going through some rift in the space-time continuum every time we leave the house, because I could swear we live in the St. Louis metro region. Eery, isn't it? I mean, I look out the window, and I see rolling hills, flora, and fauna like you'd expect in Missouri, but we're actually on a lake in the northeast.