9am and going. Still wrangling communication. And bug reports. And users not trained enough but annoyed enough not to care about providing details at all. And technical people making conclusions way too early. Which fixes the wrong things and breaks others even more. (Muting oneself and listening. Watching the winter storm in distant trees. And enjoying the fact that todays coffee is still hot.)
9am and on. Sounds of icicles breaking, water dropping off the roof. The brightness of the day, and the silence in between calls, focussing on what's next, but also for a moment on watching this transition, on experiencing the mind shifting from one reasonably complex topic to the next. (Intermediate states.)
Zerzauste Unwirklichkeit früher Stunden: Eisblumensprösslinge auf dem Küchenfenster, der Hauch des Morgens ist kalt und rauchig. Dort, wo die ersten größeren Gebäude des Viertels erwachen, hängt unförmiger Nebel über den Schornsteinen, formwandelnd und tanzend vor dem frostweißen Schein viel zu greller Lampen. Die andere Seite der Nacht, dort, wo Park und Heide ruhen, gehört noch einigen wenigen Sternen. Dehnen und Strecken zwischen engen Wänden, sich selbst kurzzeitig in andere Haltungen zwingen, dem Verspannten in diesen Tagen halbherzig entgegenarbeiten.(Und dann Wechsel in den ereignisgesteuerten Modus: Warteschlangen sichten, Benachrichtigungen einschalten, die Zeit zurückspulen bis dorthin, wo im Abend die Dinge liegenblieben. Und warten, dass das Kaffeewasser kocht. Im Takt bleiben. Habt es mild heute!)
3pm and on. Slight headaches, still a bright white world. Trying to leave some polish on the raw work started earlier. Also, noticing my coffee mug is pretty much wearing off recently. (Got this as a present from my former colleagues when leaving my last job, and used it pretty much daily ever since. Wonder whether to just stop using and preserve it as a memory. Or whether there's some symbolism in past wearing off, past at some point needing to be left detached...)
9am and on. Re-learnt: Yesterdays code is legacy today and burden tomorrow. No matter where one's heading, complexity gets into way, and adding complexity just makes that problem bigger. (Muttering and digging through layers and layers of abstract classes cross-referencing each other back and forth. There's still snow frozen on the roofs, world outside the windows is bright white and in a way this feels calming for a short moment, despite the cold and the ice.)