I am just plain exhausted this weekend. I don’t know what it is–maybe five years of looking for a stable job teaching what I love to teach and now that I got one I’m allowing myself to feel how tiring it all is. Or maybe I just need to go to bed earlier. It was hard to peel myself off the couch, but after not riding yesterday, I knew I’d feel better if I just got on the bike. I was right. I headed out toward the lake so I could ride the Wisner bike path–I needed to pedal without traffic. The bayou was stunning in the late afternoon chill. The water was perfectly smooth and so, so shiny, a perfect mirror. I snapped this photo of the sun bouncing off that architectural monstrosity near Harrison Avenue. Today there were two of them–the bayou was all beautiful reflection today, even reflecting the birds flying in gangs against the blue skies. I continued my ride, seeing all kinds of things: that osprey in a tree before it took off, discarded Christmas trees in the water off the new fishing pier (are they providing new habitats?), smooth asphalt, potholes. After dinner at R.’s I took the long way home and saw a winter nighttime wedding sandwiched between two massive police actions. Another day, riding around New Orleans.