The final day of fasting. The light at the end of the tunnel is now bright in my face. I’m sitting in a Starbucks nearby my office right now. Suburbia doesn’t offer much beyond chains like Starbucks, but surprisingly this Starbucks is very nice. Lots of wooden furniture, a long communal table, a high ceiling, ample seating. I read a few articles on The Economist, and now I’m jamming out to Marvin Gaye’s “Sparrow”. This feels good, very reminiscent of my days in college. Maybe I’ll do this more often. Maybe I’ll even humble myself to enjoy a Starbucks beverage next time.