I have had a lot to think about this week – both personally and professionally – and I’m grateful I’ve yet to come to any conclusions. I do know that I’m a big glass of Scotch, intoxicating to all but not exactly everyone’s taste. This week, I was reminded that lots of people think Scotch is gross, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it except not be Scotch – and who would want a bar without Scotch? I’m grateful my cleaning lady comes on Friday. There’s nothing better than coming home to the smell of bleach and a clean house. And I’m grateful to have the doors open to the cool evening air.