This morning I wrote about yesterday's <a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/2011/09/20/getting-back-in-the-swing-of-things/" target="_blank">snafu with my oven, my memory and few extra bus rides</a>. The story had a happy enough ending. My oven was in fact off, I made it to work a little late but no worse for the wear but luckily I still had time for a coffee before class. So this morning I jotted out the blog post.

I figured that was that.

I double checked my appliances. Oven off. Coffee pot off. Hair dyer off. Straight Iron off. Lights off. Then I headed out all confident that I was going to have a great day.

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I cut through Mladost, in front of the Billa, past a bank and a furniture store to the corner of Malinov.  That's when I realized: Ah-ga, no passport.

Home-again-home-again-jigity-jig.

So passport in hand I headed back through Mladost and to school. All the way I promised myself this: drink more coffee and mornings will get easier. Or maybe at the very least they will become more routine.