Got up, ate a disgusting half-sandwich that was 2 days old, had a flat tire on the way to karate so I locked my bike in front of the not-yet-open bike store & ran the rest of the way & kept my perfect on-time record. You're supposed to do 10 pushups for every minute you're late to class, so there's an incentive to hustle. Kyoshi Larry taught; he's good on precise refinements & making sure we stay alert. Got the flat fixed ($15.25), came back to 5th St in light rain, threw my laundry in, stuck out my tongue at Lu's horrid wife (her back). Errands & this'n'that this afternoon & YAI tonight.