life with my son: the head-shaking years

My son does not like poké, spicy or not, tuna or salmon. Now I'm pretty sure he's the postman's baby. He even nuked it, which is just wrong. We had a lengthy discussion about why eating raw chunks of bacon is a bad idea. (Why poké? Because the lawyer who's doing my will works just a couple of blocks from the Bellevue Uwajimaya. I knew it was a risk, but I couldn't resist.)

M'boy used to be really bad about leaving stuff in his pockets before putting his dirty clothes in the appointed baskets. He had a little lapse over the weekend. I spent a while cleaning up bits of disintegrated receipts out of the washer, off my clothes, and off the basement floor, but I got compensated: he left a $20 bill in the wash, which came through just fine. Even he didn't whine much about it.

Bike tube gremlins?

When I went out for my ride this morning, I noticed that my front tire had lost about half its pressure in the twenty or so hours since I'd last ridden. (I didn't bother with a gauge.) Due to time constraints, I decided not to change the tube until tonight.

It had not lost any more air over the course of the day. So I'm conducting an experiment: I pumped it back up to see if the air will stay in there. When I took the pump off the valve, I did hear a suspicious, split-second hiss. Is intermittent valve failure a thing? How could that happen to a Schraeder valve with the cap on? Or is it a teeny, tiny puncture that needs higher pressure to force air through it? Tune in tomorrow!