I worked at home on Wednesday, as my car was getting four new tires. The day before we got a flat tire driving home, luckily across from one of the five gas stations in New York south of 125th Street (how's that for a factoid?). Greg changed it there; he was able to get to the spare, which is housed under the car. I was glad he needed the instruction book for this; I still would not have figured it out as I never knew the tire was housed there. As Wednesday wore on and the temperature soared to over 90 degrees, I thought about hitting the pool before dinner. But wait, the pool is not open yet, because it was 39 degrees the other day. I think we will open it this weekend, though this crazy heat spell seems to be passing later today, just in time for the weekend.