I'm quite proud, probably inordinately so, of today post-meridian accomplishment. I'd planned to work on my program between my noon and 3pm classes, but mysteriously picked up a flat tire on the way back from ling seminar. After eating lunch, I checked to see if this guy Andy, our resident bike expert, was in his room, which he wasn't. So, I rode my hissingly flat bike to the bike shop a little less than half a mile away and started taking off the wheel without any real plan for what I was doing. I've never changed a flat tire before, largely because I didn't own a bike between the ages of 8 and 18. But that I once watched as Suzie's friend Dan changed hers late at night when there was no visibility, plus the fact that my wheel is a quick-release one that comes off with the pull of a lever, made me slightly more confident about messing around with it. Ah, the little things that our egos trip up on.

The wheel came off with relatively little problem, but after that I came to a standstill. I walked in and asked the guy whether he could show me what came next, or I should just leave it there for the afternoon. Both options were open, though he did warn me that they'd charge slightly for labor; anyway, I was starting to get really excited about learning how to change a tire. So, amidst washers and nuts and bolts and chain grease, I did. He did, nicely, point out my unnecessary dismantling of some parts, which made me feel rather foolish. Oh well, you live and learn. In any case, it was really nice of him to take the time to do that. Yay productive afternoon! Oh wait... oh CS... oh drat =/----- --------