The prior owner of my new place, hereafter known as Mr. B, gave me an envelope that was chock full of keys the day we closed on the property. I remembered putting the envelope in my bag when I went out that next weekend. Fast forward a few days, and I can't find that envelope. And it's got keys for the shed locks, for the oil tank, for the riding mowers; so I really need the envelope. I need to check the oil level in the tank so I can call the oil company to come fill it; I need to be able to unlock the mowers so I can get in one last grass cut; and on and on. I've been out a few times since the big day, but since I lost the envelope full of keys I have found it incredibly hard to get the motivation to actually make some of the changes I want to make. I looked in the cabin. I looked on my desk at home. I looked in the truck. I looked in my bag in the truck. No keys; all the meanwhile getting more and more depressed and less and less motivated to actual...