This stud is the culprit of sore hands and a bruised ego tonight. Fighting him (Banjo) this afternoon in the sheeting rain to get under shelter, sliding through mud barefoot trying to keep a grip on a slippery chain while thunder crashing loudly just above. Finally getting in safely, thoroughly soaked I stomped up towards the house fuming mad! then it dawned on me… “this is the best thing thats happened to me all week”. So I stood there raised my hands in surrender and let the showers pour down my face drenching whatever dry was left.