January 5, 2016

Laboring away on Uranium 235, making a misstep in the evening which I go back and correct in the morning. It edges toward an end I do not yet foresee. Saw Sam when I went to pick up my Chinese. Remembered why I don’t retire upon this moment– the students, who are at this point the only reliably new things in my life. Crescent moon, brilliant Venus over the Racquet Club parking lot, in a jewel dark sky.