Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

I confess I have been feeling pretty tired this week, even with the long weekend. This is why I ended up moving a scheduled poem post up to yesterday, rather than having it on a Sunday as usual. I doubt anyone minded. 

We didn’t make much of an effort to go and see the fireworks on the fourth, just walking a couple of blocks to a spot where we knew we could see the Golden Gate Bridge. People were heading up to the Coit Tower on foot – mostly struggling with the steep climb – and a few sorrt souls were trying to find last minute parking, which is never possible even on an ordinary Saturday. 

In the end, the fireworks we could see – since the fog had persisted all day – didn’t climb as high as I had expected, so were barely visible. The fog over Pier 39 was changing colour, but we gave up after ten minutes and walked back to our street. There was another burst of loud fireworks close by after 3:00am that night.

I don’t know if that contributed to the tiredness, or if it was the persistent fog and chill, or just that I was still fighting off whatever I was fighting off last week. Trying to ride my bike last weekend, I could feel I wasn’t at 100%, and though I have mostly felt fine since, I have been wiped out by the end of each day.

I have managed to get my work and teaching sessions done despite keeping one eye on the football and half an eye on the Tour de Fronce. The delay to the kick-off in the England v Mexico game was a boon to me, as it meant I could get back from Land’s End after the roam and still make the kick-off (not following our new Anglo-Belgian neighbours to a local bar). I will be roaming during the quarter final today, so I hope I can get back without any spoilers.