It’s for sure Minnesota. One huge thunder clap during the night and the next thing we knew two inches of rain had fallen. We grabbed a few hours this morning outside before the humidity raised the bar to be very miserable. You know it is hot and humid when Butter Ball and Snuggles are lying on the garage floors as if they have flat-lined: “If you want to get around me . . . you will have to step over me, I’m not moving.” Even curious cats give it up in this weather.