Back from rehearsal. As I left, I noticed my back tire was looking very bad, as in lost a lot of air. I'd noticed it last night leaving the theater and I'd put some air in it. So, I had one of those horror drives, trying to make it to a gas station before it went completely flat. Naturally, traffic on Ventura Blvd was out of control and it took me fifteen minutes to go less than a half-mile. What is wrong with this city? I got there in time - the man took the tire off and like a homing pigeon immediately found the problem - a nail - a nice big fat ugly nail - he removed it, plugged it, and was able to save the tire. By that time, I was so behind schedule that I just didn't have the energy to go to the book fair - I wouldn't have gotten home until after five and would have had no time to relax. So, for the first time in ages, I probably won't make it down to the fair, unless I try to go for an hour tomorrow morning.