Not close to 70 degrees (more like 40) but comfy enough to be out with an EPC Cabinet and Flying Dog Kujo Imperial Coffee Stout watching the Horned Owls getting ready for the evening.
No owls here today, heard the hoot owl a few nights ago though.
Signifies that someone is going to die...
There's been a hoot owl howling by my window now for six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire, we're both gonna go...