After 45 minutes of trying to reach a human being on the National Passport phone number, I spoke to a lovely lady (truly) who told me that my passport was moving along smoothly. Then she realized they'd messed up my address.
I am the eternal optimist. I can find a silver lining in almost ANY black cloud. I still have faith in my government. I still expect to be on that plane to Ireland in 16 days.
I just may not have any fingernails left.