This morning, I checked the top pocket of it, where I sometimes keep $20 for emergencies. I'd thought it was empty because I'd spent it without replacing it. But no, there was $20 still in it. Apparently, whoever went through it was only looking for identifying info. ♥
I called Rick at the bike shop at 4PM yesterday. "I forgot to mention, but the back tire had fallen off the wheel when I tried to change it and discovered the broken axle (or broke it). Will you check and make sure the tire and/or tube is okay?"
"It's holding air fine," he assured me. "Been inflated for two hours, no problems."
He repeated this when I picked it up 90 minutes later.
This morning when I got it out of the garage: completely flat.
I kind of feel like the universe is telling me, "Quit dreaming about retirement, quit living in fantasy worlds, and just PAY ATTENTION to the real one. Like a real adult."
I don't know. I've been trying to keep a positive attitude but it's wearing on me. v_v