passport lost no longer
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2020.09.14
My passport went missing for a week during the move, which was a problem because I'd have to register my new address with the government. Happily, Mari found it Saturday morning, in the outside zippered pocket of one of the MEC bags. I must have put it in there at the last minute before heading off on my bike the previous Saturday.
Today she's going to the ward office to get our address registered. You know, in her free time.