I was knocked out of commission for a few days by an untimely bout of cellulitis, so it was good to get back on the bike. This was probably the best commute I've had since I started. For just about the first time, I didn't feel like I was biking under water, and didn't arrive looking like a drowned rat. It was a crisp, cool, sunny, dry, picture perfect autumn day. Very much like Sept. 11th eleven years ago, now that I think about it. As an aside, in those days I rollerbladed, so I spent that day rollerblading around town trying to figure out what was going on.