4pm and on. Sun still negotiating with the clouds and its never-ending supply of grey, pale and shapeless but with a certain softness still. Office dog sleeping under the desk, across the floor. Phone calls, printer taking on a huge pile of paper, dishwashers being emptied. Uncounted tasks, half open, just rough scribbles and sketches for most of these. Slow next steps. And the hope for reasonably quiet trains.