Again close to noon. Early time out, stumbling through the day and out of the building, face into what at least feels like wind. Grinding noise, scent of concrete from the construction site across the streets. A food messenger dispensing lunch to the front door offices. Janitor having a break under the trees and a cigarette where everyone does, too. (Moving slowly, coughing twice, humming to figure out why todays voice felt and sounded different all morning. Considering food or a longer walk, though very likely to choose the easier option.)