As I've been burning wood, a rack here and there open up to be refilled. I was going to move some recently processed RM to a rack. As I turned the corner in the woodyard, I was greeted with - ~sigh~ not the first, not the last. I started dealing with it. I got about a half of it done, as I had other things more pressing. I just tossed some covering over it, as snow us set to make another appearance tomorrow. Oh well. Life happens Gravity sux