Day 121: 50 cents to Share the Bread

It's sort of a measly day for giving on my part.  I spent a significant amount of money on things for myself at the farmers market (bread, micro-greens, muffins, and veggies) but only managed to eek out 50 cents for the hungry as I stopped to get a coffee from Panera. Still, it's better than nothing.  I've been thinking about a passage from Melville's "Bartleby, the Scrivener" lately.  The unnamed narrator is pondering his responsibility to fellow human beings, especially Bartleby.  He concludes that the bother of looking after Bartleby "will cost me little or nothing, while I lay up in my soul what will eventually prove a sweet morsel for my conscience."  The nature and the paradox of charity.