Today was my first commute in three weeks. I had two weeks of vacation. When I got back after Labor Day, we were getting drenched with the remnants of Tropical Storm Lee. So I didn't ride last Tuesday. Or Wednesday, when everyone was goign home early as the creeks and rivers started to spill over. Work, and pretty much everything around here, closed Thursday and Friday due to massive flooding - our second 100 year flood in five years. So this morning's commute was weird, kind of eerie, very quiet. Riding past mounds of refuse from homes that had nasty muddy river water in the basement and first floors, seeing the railroad tracks with one rail six inches lower than the other, few cars on the road, the river still swollen but receded by many feet from it's historic crest on Saturday night.