After tearing apart everything, I was in bed trying to reconstruct my steps. I didn't really remember putting it in the suitcase, but of course looked anyway. I looked through my backpack as well...but still I ran my mind over and over trying to sort it out.
Then I remembered where my house key was. In my backpack. In a small zippered section. Gee, that would be a good place for money...at least that's what I was thinking earlier in the week. Well, that was a fun hour or so of packing, unpacking, packing, beating myself over the head, etc. Another life lesson? Hello? McFly?!?
