...but if it means I can ride the bike wherever I please without having to worry about flat tires, it's worth it. Damn.
Wonder what the local shop would charge me to mount and balance them? It'll probably be worth it, because that way I'll know it's done right and I won't have to half-kill myself doing it. Besides, I don't have the tools for balancing.
Tires are scheduled for delivery on Friday, which ain't half bad. If I can then get them on the bike in a reasonable time frame, I'd be sitting in butter.
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Therapy and choir practice tomorrow, which will be good for me. Right now I don't want to do anything but mope over my poor kitty's condition.
...but she seems to be okay, maybe a little tired but otherwise fine. She comes trotting into the kitchen when she thinks I'm going to open another can of food, and is otherwise following her normal behavioral pattern: get fed, go nap, repeat. I think I'll just wait and see, and when she stops being interested in eating I'll know it's time.
Tomorrow I want to go buy some baby food--strained beef, etc--for her to eat. It'll help her get more calories down her gullet than she can manage from the canned food, and as a bonus it'll be a treat for her.
I just have to keep reminding myself that this cat is 14 years old and has lived a very, very pleasant life; she's never had worry about where her next meal was coming from and she's always had a safe, warm, and dry place to sleep.
14 years is 73 in cat years, or 80 depending on how you calculate it. We should all get to live 73 years without having to do anything for our food and shelter.
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...that's really all I've got right now. Oh well.