Good morning, all.

While my Guru friends to the west melt, it is gorgeous in the Philly area. 65 degrees, 70% humidity.

It's so nice, even the cicadas are quieter this morning, though I think that's probably because most of the adults have finished their lifespan. Brood X is hyperlocal around here—hilariously,  they're only on the really expensive side of Bryn Mawr, where the homes routinely go for one million plus. Here in the (relatively) cheap seats, we don't hear them at all.

I managed to drive all three Corvettes yesterday, though it was only to move them around between the two garages. As expected, the 1985 took a lot of time to get in and out of.

Today, I'm driving down to Delaware to attend a small lunch for my boss—after 34 years at the University, he is retiring. He is the fourth boss I've had in 27 years of full-time work at Penn.