Came out to an almost-flat tire this morning. Joy. But at least I got the lawn cut last night. Yay!
Edited to add: A co-worker just came in to inform me that the tire is now completely flat. Lovely.
I was walking back from lunch across campus today and happened to be passing under a long stone overpass, and a most peculiar smell met me. It's hard to describe - somewhat wet, but clean, plus the smell of people - but whatever it was it transported me elsewhere.
I suddenly found myself walking through New Orleans Square, leaving the Pirates of the Caribbean, just passing by the Blue Bayou, Pieces of Eight, and out towards the French Market.
It always amazes me how smells are the most potent sense to completely take me back to another time and place.