9am and on. Or: Timeline predictions, random paths, alternating storyboards. Fitting in what needs to, making room to get into the right mood before. Spotting an idea of sun in between clouds and maybe this in itself is quite something to enjoy already. (Too: Exercises in ignoring noise. Exercises in being humble in face of individual options at hand. Exercises in not using technology as a means of status and tribalism.)
10am and on. Tweaking windowblinds to keep away the sun but only a bit. Someone always leaves behind cookies (of the pleasant kind, the ones one easily accepts) in the kitchen, which is a good thing but a drain to time and productivity in its weird attraction to everyone not working from home today. Office dog is sleeping in the corridor, phones keep on ringing somewhere and the machine fans spin up as another generation of model comes to some strange idea of life. Cautiously moving on, with the hours, with the light.