I had heard the rumors that the Wisconsin summer was a continuation of the horrendous winter that made the Midwest miserable this year. Sure enough, the temperature barely got above 60 degrees all day Tuesday. But we still managed a fun day.
The evening was a little warmer, and we played disc golf at a park in Merrill and went for ice cream with the boys' cousins. Michael actually played rather well, and Ben had fun. We got back, and I watched the All-Star Game before coming outside on the patio to work and write.