A good day for lots of long naps and Tu Fu poems.

Like this one, which reminds me of my loneliness and all the friends I’ve left behind:

to my friend Yen at Feng Chi station

Here we part.
You go off in the distance,
And once more the forested mountains
Are empty, unfriendly.
What holiday will see us
Drunk together again?
Last night we walked
Arm in arm in the moonlight,
Singing sentimental ballads
Along the banks of the river.
Your honor outlasts three emperors.
I go back to my lonely house by the river,
Mute, friendless, feeding the crumbling years.

-Tu Fu

the gang (and the noodle cook)