No one else was home.
That meant I could stream the crazy music I enjoy, at volume, without bothering anyone.
And then I started to feel guilty.
Not about the music I was listening to… but about the luxury of being able to listen to music in a house with no shared walls.
I remembered living in Kenya — when I felt guilty about having a microwave oven, knowing that it represented about ten times the average monthly wage of many around me.