The list of certainties last night proved a bit too prophetic as it relates to today's commute home. Due to rain and the resulting poor driving and the resulting wrecks, the worst part of this whole 14.3 miles each way commute idea becomes apparent. Today's events led to being trapped in Brentwood, the land of monogrammed SUVs and all-day in gym clothes acceptability. Over an hour later, after driving past what felt like the same plantation mansion next to a Civil War landmark, all surrounded by stone walls, about 47 times, the journey was complete. Then life got back to normal.