(The whitepaper insists on the fact that a particular component of the software is about to "open itself" whenever needed and somehow this wording feels more than just a little bit intimidating. Even though the model doesn't really object. Thin lines between artificial intelligence and artificial gut feeling.)
Heading for 4pm. Inbox cut to a bearable size. Trying to remember which of the open windows served which particular purpose, to notice some froze in the meantime. Not reconnecting for now. Discussing certain technical aspects with the model. Hope it did understand, by now. But not sure here, either.
4pm and on. The heat of day, somewhat drained, a bit exhausted, experiencing the usual difficulties of keeping inner monkeys quiet. The models current responses are no help here, but maybe they're just amplifying the overall mood. (Moving on, a bit more. Long list, short weeks, even while it's just Tuesday.)
11am. Start/stop motion. Still morning in the mood, stretching, watching, noticing the hours have considerably moved on. Also: Delivery guys arguing in the streets, not enough space, not enough time, a situation relatively ugly again and again. (Patting the machines. The model response is as enigmatic and unsettling as so often. No insights, slow progress.)
Somewhere near 4pm: Water and open windows, wrestling a wave of tiredness. Pondering the different stages of "broken" a piece of software or a particular subsystem can be in. And feeling glad to elevate this one a bit from "totally" to "slightly less". The other offices across the street seem mostly empty by now, either people chose to leave early or this is the usual experience in this part of the city, on a regular monday. (Also, failing to insult the model. Again. Wondering which peer in the conversation showed more intelligence so far, of whichever kind.)