(Too: Sessions disrupted, contacts rejected, a flow derailed again from an already narrow track. Unpleasant, concerning but it's software and it's global players so it seems all to remain is to shrug, accept and quietly move on.)
Mondays are about broken tools as well. Not the ones to provide, though, but the ones used and consumed by oneself. Watching spinning donuts and data not loading, empty calendars and inboxes. Something that could emit a good feeling if it wasn't obviously a mirage. So many questions left.
Closing in on 4pm. Slowly getting used to time between sunrise and sunset noticeably shrinking again. Watching in awe the few mechanical aspects of todays machines working. There's always some comfort in blinking of lights and the random sounds of fans. Not that either of these is really needed here but it makes activity a bit more palpable, a bit less spooky.
9am and on. The more comfortable conversations, and the less comfortable ones. Crunching data, pondering needle-and-haystack analogies yet once more. Office dog sleeping under an empty desk, ignoring everything and everyone. Individual coping strategies.
Nach Mittag und immer noch genügend dichtes Grau. Immer noch weitestgehend formlose Untätigkeit, als Luxus und Herausforderung gleichermaßen. Ferner: Sortieren, diesmal von digitalen Medien. Merkwürdige Erwägungen zum Sammeln und Vorhalten nicht greifbarer Bücher. Zur Halbwertszeit von Fachliteratur der eigenen Branche. Zur Geschwindigkeit, in der sich Dinge ändern, inklusive aller Folgen. Zu Nachhaltigkeit. Und zum Zuviel in vielen Bereichen.