Sunday, August Twenty-sixth

The humidity is back with a vengeance on this Sunday morning coffee muses.

And the usual suspects are on the feeders.

Sherry has decided I’m going to smoke a brisket next weekend for our Labor Day get together. I guess I’ll be shopping midweek for meat and supplies. Firing up the pit Saturday morning, smoking till night, wrapping and holding it overnight in the oven… a low oven.

It looks like today we will be D&Ding for the first time in over a month. I hope I remember what’s up.

I think it’s time to call this a short muse and go in for the morning… later.