I woke up this morning to my birthday feeling sick to my stomach and a little dizzy.  I’m 45 today.  Laying down didn’t help…in fact it got worse.  I went on with my morning (I was better when I was up and moving around) and gathered up my things and was walking with my 4 year old to the indomitable Speck when…there it was…in all it’s rubbery glory.  A flat tire!
Undaunted by the cold I sent the 4 year old back inside (that was the intent, she kept coming out to “check on you, daddy”) and set to work.  I pulled open the trunk and lifted the cover and pulled out the temporary tire.  It looked a little worse for wear, but I assumed it would be OK.  I went back for the lug wrench.  Where was the lug wrench?  That was when I saw it:  the Styrofoam insert holding a screwdriver and an empty indentation where a lug wrench would go.  Crestfallen, I went back to the garage and sought some tools.  I saw one of my neighbors and asked to borrow his lug wrench from his Acura.  Sadly, it was too small.  I then saw another neighbor who owned a Honda.  Bingo!  His wrench fit.  I managed to get the tire off and the spare on using my floor jack.  I inspected the tire.  Yup, a wood screw head was clearly visible.  I must have run over it the day before and parked on it that night. 
No matter, I thought to myself.  I can take it over to the tire shop and get it patched.  I tightened the lugs and lowered the car.  Ugh.  The temporary was almost as flat as the tire with the screw in it.  I didn’t have much choice.  Towing would have cost me hundreds.  I put the tire in the trunk and strapped in the 4 year old.  Slowly I made my way to the nearest station which had an air compressor.  Natch!  It was broken.  I hobbled to the next station.  Topeka!  I filled up the temporary and took the 4 year old to breakfast.  I was feeling a little better, so we shared some pancakes and sausage.  I dropped off the tire at the local tire shop for repair and decided it was in my best interest to stay local since the temporary tire made a pretty bad rumbling noise.  After an hour, I drove the Speck back to the shop, had the tire put back on, and was on my way to work. 
Happy 45th Clark!