Take me, take me ...

to the City Beneath the Sea. Rolled back into New Orleans shortly after noon today, and about an hour later we were in Bucktown sitting at a table at Deanie's working on a huge seafood platter. When I walked into the basement back at the house, I knew immediately there was trouble. The smell was unmistakable. There was a dead rat somewhere. Luckily, it was easy to locate this time. So anyway, instead of riding or racing (I missed a road race that was being held today near Baton Rouge), I spent the day driving and eating. I am looking forward to getting back into a more regular training routine, although it is looking like the next couple of months will be a little complicated. The weather forecast for tomorrow morning is not particularly encouraging. Figures.