Mostly we recycled a lot of paper, and he helped me sort out various kinds of paperwork. I put some books that were by my bed onto various bookshelves. I had everything from some of Wanda Brunstetter's Amish romances to Dishonorable Passions: Sodomy Laws in America 1861-2003. "I read all kinds of things," I said. "All kinds." S. was fascinated that I had the Christian romances. It turned out that I had two copies of Explosive Eighteen. I must have gotten it when it came out in hardcover, and then the paperback just a little while ago. I was mad at myself. However, that was why I was getting help.
S. had gotten to the suburban train station at 11:30 a.m., and said he wanted to get the 4:30 p.m. train back. We got in a good amount of work between noon and 4:00 p.m. There's still a lot left, but S. said he would come again.