Well, it's not quite what I had in mind, but it seems fate has conspired to keep me in the Petes one night longer. It turns out that Scarlette has a rather serious lasceration to her left front tire, probably made when something dinged my car on the 401 (since it wasn't there when I left Toronto). So serious, in fact, that I have to take her in to have the tire replaced. This is NOT something I can afford. Mom can't help either, because, well, she's been on strike for six weeks. So, anyway, getting Willi into the carrier and as far as the gas station and back was like a practice run. I have to get up in four hours to take in my car. Goodnight.