Closing in on 3pm. Watching again, waiting again. Repeating what has been tried before, ready to see different results after minor modifications. Not sure where to draw the line between realistic expectations and betting on random positive side-effects. Hope is not a strategy but it also doesn't hurt.
Einige Blöcke entfernt, Bürowechsel. Konfuser Slalom um die Markierungen. Wegwarte und Gerste wuchern neben Lichtmasten und die Ampeln bremsen gerade dann aus, wenn die Zeit knapp, die Eile groß ist. Durchatmen an der Kreuzung. Milchige Sonne, spärlicher Wind, Gedanken schon wieder einige Schritte voraus, zwischen dem Plan und der Hoffnung, die irgendwie daran hängt. Immer.
3pm, some stakes driven in, at least as a metaphor. Stepping out of thoughts for a moment to watch the mind spin and race by until it notices and pulls one in again. (Also, a temporary floating through trivia and irrelevant yet interesting knowledge. Big wheels. And corresponding bits. Very niche kinds of history, but sometimes still discovered.)
(Closing in on 8am, temperatures rising. Status codes talking about things not found and things moved, and sometimes exchange of information would benefit from being as easy and obvious as that - until taking a closer look and seeing the ambiguities in this too. The pitfalls of misunderstandings and not caring enough.)
3pm and on, changing places clothes desks networks moods. And considering tasks at hand that can be pursued even in limited operation mode. Pondering fallback strategies. And dependencies. No good storylines for a cup of coffee.