All’s Not Lost But

After postponing the get-out-of-bed process this morning, I finally rose to a quick shower, a rushed cup of coffee, and a couple of drags of a clove. Then out the door it was to my new favorite way to work. About halfway down the block, I remembered that I hadn't put my wallet in my back pocket. So I headed back, concerned about the few minutes it would take. My trip to work is carefully timed, after all. When I got back home, I looked here and there, but couldn't find it. I lost my wallet. I have never lost my wallet. Nor my keys, for that matter (knocking on wood). I went ahead and cancelled everything, but I wish that were all I had to deal with. Had I replaced my California driver's license with a New York one when I moved, this process would have had fewer steps. But because I hadn't done that, I had to deal with the lovely woman at the California DMV today, who was impatient at my inability to understand just what she was going to be sending me. "The New York DMV Web site says I need a letter of some sort," I said. "Read to me what their site says," was her reply. Rude. Rude. I read it to her. "We will be sending you a copy of your driving record." "On letter head?" I had to be sure. The NY DMV site says it needs to be on letter head. Why wouldn't it ask. "It will come from this office. The California DMV in Sacramento." Rude. Sucks your Kings lost, then, huh? I knew there was a reason I left California. Ok, so it wasn't the DMV, and I know she hates her job. Whatever. Now, a process that I had put off for the longest is now going to be more annoying and time consuming. And it doesn't stop there. My Social Security card, though not in my wallet, needs to be replaced. It's in bad shape, and the DMV won't accept it as a form of identity. I just know it. So I have to take care of that. But the forms of ID that office would accept are in my wallet. Which is not with me. I deserve all of this. Procrastination sucks.