Okay, so embarrassing as it is, I have had a slight trauma of misplacing my passport. All I can think now, as the nervous energy is subsiding is (1) I'm sure I'm not the only person this happens to, (2) thank goodness this is not the morning of my flight, (3) and I found it! (cue dancing music)
Well it's definitely true that I have a talent for losing and then finding stuff. The only excuse I might legitimately have is that I was fiddling with which purse is the least likely to be pick-pocketed and seeing how my passport fits in each, while at the same time day-dreaming of the Uffizi..... Whoops!
As my Gram says, "Все хорошо, что хорошо кончается"....transl: "All's well that ends well"... Amen!