Yesterday was the first day this summer where I stepped outside for my daily morning bike ride and I thought, “Should I go back upstairs and grab a hoodie?” I didn’t go back upstairs, and that was the right call. However, it’s always a special occasion when I ask that question as we creep through the hell month that is August. I try not to say “I’m ready for fall weather!” because I know Old Jack Frost lurks around the corner from Fall, ready to punch me in the mouth with frosty brass knuckles. …