Low overnight, here, was 47F. Right now it is utterly glorious; upper 60's/low 70's, breeze, bright sun, dry air. Leaves are starting to turn. I still have hopes that my late beans give me a crop before frost. And I am stuck inside battling recalcitrant balance sheets instead of out for a long ride on my bike. I think I need to pout now. Pout. OK; better now.