Flat tires, snow curses, and a breakfast to remember

Before we get into anything else, I must formally apologize to the county. Two weeks ago, I foolishly wrote about how we hadn’t really seen much snow. The universe responded swiftly and mercilessly, dumping a fresh layer on us and dropping the temperature to a level best described as “why do I live like this?” I have learned my lesson. I will never again tempt fate by commenting on the weather.

Now, while I was being humbled by the snow, I was also humbled in another way—by my jeep. About two weeks ago, my tire pressure dropped to 24 PSI, which seemed low but not catastrophic to me. That’s whe...