It must be Sunday.

It must be Sunday. The funny papers are in color.
Even the duck are walking today. 1/4 mile visibility in mist and the ceiling is only 400 feet. But Riverside, 30 miles away, is severe clear and celling unlimited. What we'll have this afternoon. The temperature is just right. Another day in Paradise.This is one of those days in which I'm glad I'm down here wishing I were up there rather than being up there wishing I was down here. There's old pilots and there's bold pilots but there ain't no old , bold pilots. A good landing is any landing you walk away from. There! Now I've got my aviation frustration out for the month. And all it took was a few old cliches.
Today I start to read Leonard Susskind's interpretation of string theory. He is skeptical of most of the claims so I'm looking forward to seeing what he has to say.
Old cliches are evidence that we're all on this flight together.

Dick