Today I...gave myself a coronary!

And possibly a minor stroke...or post traumatic stress disorder.

Once I got my air fare booked and what is at least a tentative itinerary for my jet set around Africa I was feeling pretty chill about this whole two month sojourn on the other side of the world. Or so I thought.

I should likely have taken it as a sign when I locked myself out of my condo last night. I never lock myself out. In fact, I would go so far as to say I am marginally obsessive-compulsive about triple checking that I have my keys. The truly stupid thing was that I had already had a super busy day and had gone out with my family and was back for the night. I wouldn't even have left my condo if it were not for the fact that earlier in the day, due to my herculean upper body strength, I broke my mail key off in the lock on my mail box. But I just needed to fix it RIGHT THEN. So I left my condo. Without my keys.

I did, however, have my blackberry.

Neither of the neighbors who have a key to my condo were home so my lovely sister had to trek all the way across the city to let me in. After I called her on my blackberry. Handy things them blackberries!

That should have sent me a message. I've got a lot on my mind. I've got two big projects at work that have to produce an exceptional result. I'm on my way to Dubai to take on 4 more. Its a lot to think about.

So today I...went for lunch at the Sheraton Suites. Loved that. Saw so many people I love and got to catch up with them. But really I went to pick up a courier package.

That had my air tickets in it.

Old school, its true. When I went to Singapore I didn't even print out my e itinerary. They're Blackberry compatible now. This makes me a happy girl. But apparently when you fly Egypt Air for one leg of your 74.7 leg journey you have to have a paper ticket.

How quaint.

So I had my envelope containing my travel for the next two months in my hands. I have a very strong sensory memory of holding it while I chatted with a few dozen different people. I was playing with the binder clip that was holding my whizzy new 4GB flash drive to my old school, not so whizzy air tickets.

And then I kissed everyone good bye and hopped in my car to carry on as the International Woman of Mystery I have become.

Until about 8:27 pm. When I had a terrible feeling.

And I looked at the coffee table where I was sure I had put my envelope.

And it wasn't there.

So I went through all the luggage and clothes and mini pharmacy I have scattered around my living room searching for my envelope.

And I did the same in my office - and my bedroom - and my bathrooms - and my laundry room - and my front closet....and then I did it again. And then I tore apart my car.

And then I thought perhaps it would be legitimate if I panicked just a little.

I was having visions of possibly placing it on the roof of the car as I got in and it flying off into the Bow River as I crossed under Centre Street bridge. Someone did honk at me there...I couldn't figure out why.

It turns out I left my envelope at the Sheraton. And I set it down a good 30 minutes before I left the building. But in my mind I never took my hands off of it until I got in the car.

When the lovely Sebastian (who saved my arse and helped me stop hyperventilating when he informed me he had found it) handed me the envelope he said "Do you have a lot on your mind Teri?" Apparently so.

Today I....am feeling a little distracted...am so relieved...am going to take this as a wake up call to be vigilant about that which is important not to lose.