Just biked home in some of the worst conditions I've ever tried to bike in before.  Torrential downpour, strong, icy winds, flash floods.  I learned how to go through flood water: follow in a car's wake.  There's a lesson you don't learn every day.

Well more or less.  It was actually last night, but that wasn't a Red Sox game.  And they aren't playing right now because of the aforementioned torrential downpour.  But whatever.  It's around now.

We have been attempting for the better part of a month to completely clean our home from top to bottom, or, as wife Deb refers to it, "finish moving in already."  This involved, a couple of weekends ago, steam cleaning all of the rugs.  I cannot tell you how little fun this was.  About the only positive was that I got a long thin cut along the back of my right hand from one of the plastic ties holding together the hose attachment to the cleaner we rented.  You might not think of a permanent scar as a plus, but that just means you've never used a steam cleaner before.  I'm about six months away from having an elaborate story about the cut that sounds impressive, if not heroic.  Right now all I've got is, "Yeah, I didn't expect her to fight back."  I think that needs some work.