4pm and slowly on. Stuck between different lines of communication again. Flooded with way too much knowledge to come up with an unbiased decision. And also struggling hard to keep gut feelings out of the way of these. Whenever complexity is reduced too much without honouring, important aspects are lost no matter whether it's about ending up with words or numbers.
(Elsewhere: Communities, but like a living organism. With all that of its side effects. Digging through inherited knowledge. Not finding the entry points needed to proceed. Too often, guilty of losing track. Too often, too, guilty of explaining where listening should be top priority. More coffee, always afterwards.)
Closing in on 9am. Preparations, too: Collecting information from too many sources: System details, change history, resolved issues, resolved ones. Trying to make sense of what they have in common, ignoring contradictions for now. The challenges of the factual will arise soon enough anyway. Hoping for patterns to emerge and for the imposter to stay reasonably quiet.
(Vague agendas. Or: How meetings change and take its own direction if including people that weren't initially assumed to be around. And the challenge to still move into the direction planned without too many detours or intervention. Flow as a goal.)
Somewhere near 9am. Dense clouds pushing across the northern roofs while office routine unfolds on all floors seen from up here. Meeting room prepared for a crowd of people again, an interesting get-together of tie-bearers and youngsters in way too big hoodies. Disjoint worlds, first contact, so it seems. (And coffee as the lowest common denominator. If all else fails.)