This is the sound of me conquering the vexatious trivialities with which life persecutes me to take time and energy away from my efforts to address that which is essential. (Such as baking cookies, for example.)
Today I finally got a chance to head over and pick up my re-issued passport. When they issued it in September (in exchange for a colossal amount of money, which I paid not because it would expire before I returned from our October trip [to Canada], nor because it would be within six months of expiring when I returned, but because it would be within three days of being within six months of expiring, and I figured I would be detained for that), they randomly added an extra letter to my first name. You'll have to trust me here - it didn't need another letter. And certainly not a (consecutive) consonant. It has lots.
So last week I turned it back in and they agreed to fix it (for free). I lose one visa stamp (er, to Canada), which is sad, but as of this afternoon, I have all my travel documents, with correct first, middle, and last names, date of birth, date of issuance, expiration date, location of birth...I am set to visit the siblings in Poland in February! Nothing can stop me (except flight cancellations at Heathrow, which will not happen).