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.)
Closing in on 3pm. Start small, letting things fragment even more. At some point, pieces end up being almost too tiny to get hold of. (A split second to close eyes, take a few deep breaths and let go of all the noise that floats the mind. Hard to stay on track, otherwise.)
9am and on. Cloud, both there and here. Logging into confidential services on machines slightly less trustworthy, torn between gut feelings and the need to get things done. The usual issues of creating insecurity by trying to be especially secure - and missing important pieces.