Tuckahoe flooded! People boating down the  main drag in Mamaroneck! 60 minute delays on the  Harlem line! 950 parking spaces submerged at the North White Plains station!

My in-box was as flooded with MTA Advisories this morning as Westchester itself.

Mercifully, I’m 100 feet above the Vegas desert, and the only train I’m taking is the surprisingly handy monorail that goes up and down the strip, and passes right by my window. (Prediction: the  witticisms one hears by the automatic conductor on  these trams–such as “children under 5 ride for free, grown ups acting like children under5 pay extra”–will no longer be funny after Day One.)