Know how to change a tire?

So, this is kind of a picture of my day.

Originally, I was rolling away from my house and instantly heard the thunkathunkathunk that told me something was wrong. Stopped my car where it was, and saw that the tire was flat. When I rolled the car back to the curb (a distance of maybe seven feet), I found what you see--the tire had actually come off the wheel.

I'll call somebody tomorrow, and it'll all eventually work out fine. But in that moment, my brain did the dramatic thing it always does, and I thought, This is pretty much like your life right now. 


Shut up, brain, I said. Stop being dramatic. 


It's true, though, the brain said. Things are sort of flat, and they're slipping.


Grr, I said.

And it's not like it's life or death, I mean, you'll be okay--fine, even. But it's not exactly good. 

As a result, I am in a bit of a pity party today. And really looking forward to something good happening soon, whenever soon is.