Tomorrow is starting to shape up something like this:
7:00AM: Awake, moving around
8:00AM: At yet-undetermined tire place, waiting for the doors to open
???: Pay some nice man ??? to ??? so that my flat tire will not be flat anymore/again.*
???: GET READY TO LEAVE!!!
2:00PM: Flight leaves for Boston!
6:00PM: FANGIRLS AND POSSIBLY ALCOHOL.
*By which I do not mean to imply that the process is entirely mysterious to me, just that I don't know whether the tire can be repaired or will need to be replaced. On the bright side, I seem to be
trending toward non-catastrophic flat tires, which
makes a nice change.