We’ve had a long winter and a cool spring here in Minnesota, which makes it easy to forget about the hazards that come with warmer weather. I was sitting outside with a friend at a nearby restaurant when my friend peered at me over her sunglasses. “You did put sunscreen on, didn’t you? You’re starting to turn a little pink.” Of course, I waved off her concerns. After all, I have a reputation as the toughest cripple on the block to maintain.

But as I’m sitting here at my desk, I’m feeling like I was left in the microwave for too long. Put a little steak sauce on me and I’d make a nice appetizer. I wouldn’t call it heat stroke. I’d call it lightly broasted.

On a completely unrelated note, I saw my first funnel cloud yesterday. It drifted through the southern end of downtown and I watched its progress from my window until it faded away.