I am secretary for the men’s club at church, and the executive committee meets at Hardee’s the first Sunday of each month for breakfast. When I got ready to leave this morning, I discovered that I had a flat tire.

I tried to change the tire myself, but one of the lug nuts would not budge and I could tell I was beginning to round it off. By that time, I had missed the men’s meeting but I started to walk to church. I was picked up about 3/4 of the way there.

Because I attend early service, I go to worship first and then Sunday School. At worship, I saw our men’s club treasurer, Randall Bartley, and explained to him why I had missed the meeting. He offered to give me a ride home and take a look at the tire.

After Sunday School, however, I couldn’t find Randall or Kay anywhere. I turned out that their Sunday School class was late breaking up, due to a heated discussion about the end times, but I assumed that Randall had just forgotten about me and I caught a ride home with some others from church.

I tried again to loosen the lug nut when I got home but to no avail. Randall and his teenage son came over with a pair of Vise-Grip pliers, but that didn’t work either. Randall suggested that I call a tire place tomorrow, and have them come out and look at it; that’s what I’m going to do.

Unfortunately, it means I’ll miss a media flight tomorrow on a B-17 Flying Fortress. I was originally scheduled to take this flight last fall, but the appearance which it was intended to promote got postponed. I’ve asked one of my co-workers to sub for me. *sigh*

But the worst part is that I’m going to sit and worry about this all day.

It hasn’t been a particularly good weekend; I was up for a couple of hours Friday night with some sort of unexplained gas pains, and didn’t feel quite right yesterday.