...in southeast Wisconsin.

Grass was getting almost knee high in the week since Manuel was last here.

Thunderstorms last night, with heavy downpours. Bright, clear sky this morning—then cumulus rising into cumulonimbus, then the anvil top, then bam, once again, heavy downpours and shaking thunder.

It’s hard to imagine anything more pleasant than sitting under an overhang, back against the wall, with a thunder storm raging around you. Unless you are Pax.