Twenty-eight hours after last night’s overindulgence at a chocolate-themed restaurant and I’m still full. So this is what people mean when they say they feel like they’ll never want to eat again…

In the meantime, I offer you three other beautiful things from this past week. (The chocolate clearly needs to stand on its own in a post over the weekend…)

1. On my way into the Metro this morning, I see a man who reminds me of the head of math department when I was in high school. Mr. Munley was the stereotypical nerd: big glasses, short-sleeve dress shirts, bad comb-over, awful jokes. But he also had a big heart and was kind. He died while I was in college, so the sight of this unknown man (wearing a large hat and backpack and clutching a shepherd-like walking crook as I could totally imagine Mr. Munley doing while travelling) feels bittersweet.

2. Knitting typos make me giggle and I’ve seen several in the last week. I wonder if self-stripping sock yarn has tassles. And uprooting a ewe from an overly shady garden sounds traumatizing for everyone involved. Not only am I a geek and a knitter, but I’m a geeky knitter.

3. Because Rudi rides his bike downtown for the Friday jazz concerts, he, John, and I walk home together afterwards instead of taking the quicker Metro option. The three of us manage to make the four miles or so take about 45 minutes, so there’s plenty of time to chat. Sometimes our conversations revolve around our everyday lives or music or politics. But other times, the talk strays toward those late-night dorm conversations where you try to hammer out the BIG IDEA topics. John tends to take the more middle ground stances — very sensible ideas demonstrating a great deal of pragmatism. I, on the other hand, tend to make the impassioned arguments about how life *ought* to be irrespective of how it actually *is*. And Rudi falls somewhere in between. In the end, though, I’m always left thinking — sometimes for days — about issues that matter, which has to be a good thing.