This morning began with a seriously flat tire and a trip to Discount Tire to purchase two new tires. I was not a happy camper as I wanted to leave a little early tomorrow for the holidays. I have a huge pile of work; taking out time to loiter in my local tire shop, spending money I wanted to spend on other more exciting things, wasn't part of the plan.

The troublesom tire, once it was flat, showed signs of beginning to dry rot. I have a weekend trip planned and I'm VERY glad I had to change out the tires. I'd much rather have a flat in my driveway than have a blowout at highway speed. And? They balanced the tires correctly for the first time and there's no more vibration at 70 the posted maximum of 60. So now I know it was a tire thing like I thought and not a more hideously expensive wheel or shaft problem. Bonus!

Also, the better half was wonderful. Yes, I could have dealt with the flat -- my parents insisted I understand basic car care and could change a tire before I could take driving lessons -- but I was very grateful not to be doing so while dressed for work. He was the one who noticed the signs of rot. I'm a very lucky woman; I guess I'm getting started early on my Thanksgiving.