Close to 9am, slowly on. Impediments and complaints, and finding oneself both on the sending and on the receiving end of things. Services misbehave, explanations are scarce. The thoroughly concerning perception of people having accepted things aren't likely to fix, things won't probably be fixed by a vendor too big too fail and all that can possibly be done is waiting, working around any pitfalls and hoping for the best. (Briefly looking outside, these clouds seem more soothing and calm right now.)