An extensive search of the areas in the new house where I might have possibly stored Important and Sensitive Files did finally result in my finding my (expired) passport and a copy of my birth certificate.
But it also turned up my mother's Death Certificate, all the documents from the auction house and my lawyer, written notes from my mother, including a birthday greeting, and tears.
Earlier in the evening, I poked around in the oven enough to know that's not something I'll be able to fix on my own.
A Deficient Post, but there you are. Life is deficient by definition.
-- Freder.
This is exactly why I never wanted to have to look for my damn Birth Certificate in the first place.
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