Laboring but not Working

Oracle HQ. (For front view in 2004, see here.)

The needle passed 90 degrees as we biked south to Redwood Shores. Sweat soaked through our shirts as we approached the Burger King. That was far enough for this weekend warrior. Air conditioning, a cold drink, and lunch, just the ticket on a hot day.

We watched a few planes and helicopters take off from the nearby San Carlos airport. Traffic, both auto and air, was light this holiday weekend. On the return I had to stop due to dust particles in my eye. A passing cyclist asked if everything was okay, which it soon was. Nice of him to ask, though.

We arrived home in short order. A shower, a nap and a toast to the American labor movement, without whom this long weekend would not be possible.

The Belmont Slough, with Foster City houses on the left.