It poured most of yesterday, but it did lapse enough yesterday so I could go for a run and grill outside. I cooked Hoffman hot dogs and realized it is part of the karmic Syracuse bliss. In the summer, if you want a good dog, you go Hoffman all the way (they don't have a comparable dog in the south).
And with some grilled zucchini and summer squash, a middle aged man can be happy. A little mustard, a good bun, and the removal of vegetarian guilt, I went to bed last night with a happy stomach.