It has been 25 consecutive days of rain. And it's that nasty, cold, run down the back of your neck rain. I couldn't stand it any more so I bought three big slabs of ribs and fired up the smoker in the carport tonight. Could I be a real Brethren? Maybe if I do a little dance around the pit it will stop raining? Heck with that. I'm staying inside where it's warm and dry. I'm only going out for short intervals to check the fire. I had to stoke it up pretty good and drape the cooking chamber with a moving blanket. I hope all turns out well. It's for a potluck I was invited to of all of the security crew at work.