10am again, already. White clouds just cautiously peeking across the roofs. Sounds of janitors busy on the stairs and in the backyard. A neighbour shouting at someone, lack of response suggests it's some call that doesn't work as expected. (Another coffee, to keep the day moving. Odds and ends, and too little items already checked today to be pleased.)
9am and on: Of error messages, copied instructions, misplaced whitespaces - changes that only derail late in the flow. (Even checking things twice sometimes doesn't keep one from missing the obvious. Wondering whether this is about too much or too little caffeine, or a general creeping degradation of focus.)
Late morning, between water and concrete, between performance and procrastination. Also: The chills from watching voiceless remote collaboration in a shared document. A lot of all this seems reasonably sophisticated and arcane to have passed borders to magic ages ago.
10pm, almost, again. Digging through personal data, with surprising results. Taking way too long to discover a misunderstanding of timestamps and timezones that should be absolutely obvious. Once fixed, results are closer to expectations. And boring. Not sure which outcome to prefer.
10am and on. Multiple factors, single results. Building temporary tooling to shape vast loads of input, considering needles and haystacks again. And falling for the temptation to dig into technology all too deep, losing track of time and priorities that way. Focus as an ever-present, unmatched challenge.