Since a bit before my birthday this year, I have been uncertain where I left my notary seal. I have been trying to stay positive about the situation, but I must admit that I spent an unhealthy amount of time obsessing about its location and whether it has been used in my absence. The last time I remember having it was just prior to my birthday, when I was showing its location and combination to someone who had never seen it before. I have since found myself questioning motives and intentions of this person.
I feel relieved, after two weeks of fretting, to have discovered my seal untouched, where I thought I had left it, and in the same state it was in when last I exposed it to those I think I probably trust. Perhaps I can continue to trust these people with the contents of my REDACTED and the administrative keys to the kingdom. Or republic. Or whatever it’s hip to call this place these days.