Quite warm and mostly sunny, although the glass is low. And, no sign of any vortex.

The book I'm reading (more about that later) mentions Alexander Pope as a contributor to the underlying philosophical underpinning of the American revolution. Pope was afflicted by an odd disease and only grew to be about four and a half feet tall, though he had a towering intellect. He was self taught, but ended up translating the Illiad and the Odyssey. (And was also fluent in Latin and other languages, not to mention English.)

But what I find most interesting is that he created phrases that I have used (and continue to use) all my life. Without him, I'd be nearly speechless:

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To err is human, to forgive, divine.

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

The proper study of mankind is Man.

If you want to know what God thinks about money just look at the people he gives it to.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid by night:
God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

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I mean, what can I say?