Pouring rain this morning -- I let my wife talk me out of riding. She said it's hard enough for people to see me in the dark and the rain makes it worse. OK, she may be right. I reminded her that she's still freaked about last night. I got home so late she put the kids in the van and went out to look for me. They found me right after I had patched my punctured tube and left Walgreens. Yep, I made the mistake of bragging to a coworker yesterday at lunch that I hadn't had a flat on my commuter bike for over a year. That also means I hadn't check the patch kit I had in my commuter bag. The rubber cement was used up. I had to walk the bike 2 miles to the Walgreens and buy a jar of rubber cement. The rear tire had caught a large and sharp shard of glass. The cut was so fine that it took me 15 minutes of pumping the tube just to find the cut. My family and I missed our orientation appointment at the County Animal Shelter, something my daughter was really looking forward to (so was I).

Nice warm weather last night, though. I could have picked a worse night to get a flat.