How do you tell it’s monday? When you get to the gym at some awful time in the
morning for squash and get out of the car to hear
pppppppppppppppssssssssssssstttttttttt and discover your tire is flat.
Turns out I do have all the parts needed to put on a spare,
something I hadn’t had the need to do so far in the lifetime of my car. Nothing
like wandering around in the freezing cold on your knees at 7am. When that was
done I went in, played some squash (kicked ass thankyouverymuch) and then hit an
OK Tire on the way to the office to have it fixed. 10 minutes and $15 later I’m
at the office, caressing my box of kleenex, and mucking around with VPN
settings.