I hope you are all enjoying your end of summer or the beginning of your spring. The evening air here is a different kind of crisp already. Nights are typically sweater weather, but autumn's wind has a different bite to it. Still, it's warm enough to enjoy drinks with ice in sweaty mason jars. And I intend to listen to the baritone clinks of ice in my glass of blueberry juice while ice still feels like a good idea.