Weekend oblivion

Some very mellow hot air drifted up from California, and dude, it's so warm and lovely we can barely move. Walks are taken. Sensations are experienced.
Brief visit by one of our son's friends, a lively and intelligent guy. He and our son are heading to Ashland soon to see some plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, something they've been doing since they were in middle school.
Dinner was barbequed, at least until the propane ran out, and the chicken needed to be finished in the oven. Still flavorful despite the chain of indignities it endured.
The coup de grace of the evening was administered at Mona's, a nearby watering hole which features live music on Saturday nights. Decent versions of Brasilian classics.
A walk back up the hill in still-warm air, a rare treat in this area.