We spent the weekend in Harding, Minnesota, celebrating Donna's grandmother's birthday. Lots of bratwurst and burgers and the attendant intestinal drama that over indulgence can bring. We followed up the meat orgy with the traditional walk down to the river and then headed back to Fargo. When we got back we discovered everything as we had left it, right down to the dark gray skies that refuse to release any rain. It's June, and we're still having a hard time cracking 60 degrees. Thanks, Al Gore!