And I'm off!

After an anxious night of sleep, I am finally in a cab and on my way to the airport! I woke up at 4am with a terrible upset stomach. Nerves or dairy products or both, either way, it was good I woke up. I suddenly realised that I had no idea where my passport was. I knew where it once was, in a bag, on the floor, next to my bed where I keep all of my important documents, but last week during a bout of strep throat I decided to rearrange our bedroom. Which means that everything was tidied and "put in its place." Having never had a place before, my passport was definitely somewhere, the question was what had I defined as its place and could I find it without waking Sir Ambien next to me.
After a few minutes of tip toeing around the house, switching various lamps on and then off again, I finally found the yellow bag. Phew! And although Chris did wake up a little, he probably doesn't even remember that it happened!
Crisis averted, Copenhagen here I come!