It's the little things that rattle me the most and upset my equilibrium. When is the last time I lost or misplaced something important? I just do not do things like that. I know where things are, I keep things where they belong.
Yesterday I took the car in for routine maintenance and the annual inspection. Late in the morning the service guy called to say they couldn't find my registration. The registration is always in the glove box; why would it be anywhere else? They took everything out of the glove box--no registration. I can't begin to think what could have happened to it. How long have I been driving around with no registration? Of course, my first thought was that Philip would surely know where it is. Instead, I ordered a replacement online for $25 and I still have to get my inspection done.
Every day seems to bring another unfamiliar path I have to navigate, more questions unanswered, things lost that I cannot find. I'm a competent, organized, capable person, but I feel as though I'm floundering. Who loses their car registration? Downright embarrassing. Nothing will be normal again.
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