Very long day. So glad it's nearly over.
We left the house at 7 this morning. The driver's front tire looked depleted, and the light came on telling me there was something; plus, the little message said to check the pressure. We filled the tire at the service station and got to work. But by break time at 10, it was flat again. I drove it to Drobot Automotive on Kempt Road. Charlie told me that this tire was flat, and the one at the passenger's rear was, too.
Patricia came to the rescue for this one. Thank you, dear. By 4pm, I had two new tires on the front (it is a front wheel drive), and there was a marked improvement.
I nearly bailed on Toastmasters tonight, but went, and am glad I did. Something like 14 people there this evening. I had only run off 12 agendas, so we didn't have enough, which never happens.
After the meeting, Patricia and I got back to the car, on Granville Street, and drove home. I poured myself a strong drink because I needed one. We watched a couple episodes of "The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt", which isn't as funny this season as it was last. And, at 9:48, I'm turning in.
What fresh crap awaits me tomorrow?
Let's find out.