Saturday evening with my notes and a handful of chocolate chips. I hear my neighbors partying upstairs.
Did some volunteering all afternoon as part of my school curriculum. I talked with an 80-year old man for an hour or so, and it was quite humbling. He also told me about all his regrets (namely not travelling to East Asia: now he’s too old and too sick) and his loneliness now that all his friends were dead.
I didn’t know what to say.