I have a bad history of losing stuff just before a flight-- my engagement ring, my phone and, on one memorable occasion, my passport. This occasions a frantic search before I find that it's somewhere perfectly safe.

This is the first time, however, that I've discovered that my gigantic army haversack -- the one I was going to pack everything in-- is missing. I do not know how this is possible, but I suspect that Murphy is stepping up his campaign of stalking me like a jilted lover.

At least I have another month before I have to go back into the army, but seriously, at this rate I am not sure what I want to find missing on my next overseas trip.