Due to moving jobs, my garage has junk piled on more junk, on top of more. There are similar piles of work related junk spread similarly throughout my condo.
And ... among this mess I lost my work keys. The ones that I am supposed to turn in. The ones that have had turned a blue mood into a bleak, despairing depression.
So, to alll my friends on chat last night - who had to listen to my tales of woe and misery - I am happy to report that the keys were found. Right where I had left them. Not in a pile of junk, or hidden under a piece of furniture. They were located at about 1:30 in the morning in the pocket of my backpack right in my closet.
So now I can sleep and maybe be happier tomorrow.
Pansy
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