Grey sky, grey hours, thin rain still and a distinct lack of colours. Weeding obvious bugs out of very old code. Wondering how they got there in the first place. And afraid to dig even deeper. Too, coping with other annoyances that get into ones way elsewhere. Small pitfalls to again and again stumble. Closing in on 3pm and wondering to just conclude the day. Experiencing and pondering different wake states. Not just with machines.
Close to 4pm again. A different black tee, keeping jackets in the backpack for now. No good choice of music but some aural environment is needed to calm down the inner monologues stirring up each other. Closed doors, staircases, the backyard, the fountain and no particular mood under a light blue sky.