Warm summer evening

And then we sat around after dinner on the patio, naming our flies (gender neutrally, of course: Chris, Robin, Sammy, Leslie, Evelyn, etc. Presumably the flies know the difference, but we don't). They really really really liked the skewers that the shrimp had been on. Not the discarded shrimp shells in the bowl below, just the skewers that were balanced on the rim.

What is so rare as a warm evening in San Jose? Rare, I tell you, rare!

Btw, if there's anyone reading this who hasn't heard about our annual summer bbq happening this Saturday and is likely to come, well, now you've heard. 4 p.m. onward, bring something to grill, something to share. Lots of food, wine, soft drinks, and beer. Come party!