Not quite frying

About the right amount of heat for my mother, who finally decided she would take off her light fleecy hoody at the end of our walk; she's a cool one. Good climbing workout with a friend, although we were inside on faux rocks. Visit from my friend who's recovering from major surgery, and is quite perky despite her recent ordeal. We pondered the backyard garden, then walked back to her house.
Finished the last of the Chekov short stories; next up is a play of his, "The Cherry Orchard."