8pm again. Stormy mild air, too many thoughts under wide skies, and an unkind headache clutching around the brain.(Keeping eyes closed under the weather for a few moments. Listening to what's invisible by now. Trying to not try much more today. The challenges of being unproductive way early in night.)

11am and on. Some sun in the windowblinds. Some wind in the backyards, and a cold breeze of way-too-old estimates that made it into new plannings. Also: There's a distinction between a proof-of-concept and a solution that actually works. Optimism seems a poor choice of tool for bridging that gap.