Today is a write-off due to organizational issues. Distance traveled from Jasper: Zero!
While moving his possessions into storage, Thomas has inadvertently lost his passport and cannot find it anywhere among any of his belongings, including the bicycle tour gear. The time now is 3:50p.m. and the window for departing today is a slim crack. Without finding the passport this evening we will be forced to report it lost and apply for a new one in person at an office in Cranbrook. It was definitely seen by both Dad and Thomas during the moving out, but no-one has seen it anywhere at the family home. Everything has been searched twice and morale is low, even though it has been missing for just 24 hours.
I'm not quite sure yet how well I've handled this, but being irate seems entirely justifiable. I haven't made this statement publicly; I loathe searching for hard-to-find-objects in my parent's cluttered, over-flowing, untidy, disorganized, messy home. Whatever character building I'm getting out of this, I don't want it. Please excuse me while I proceed to triple check the cluttered family home for a missing passport.
P.S. Today's quote is "F.M.L!"
