4pm and on. There haven't been that many weeks for the home office window to remain clean. Sunlight through new dirt, and a cautious rainbow in the corner of the room. Warmth on eyelids, lukewarm tea, ginger, curcuma. Listening to the conversations tiptoeing around crucial topics, deviating into more shallow sideline aspects. And noticing systems returning to expected states again. Not perfect, but also not the worst outcome to this day.
Mittag. Sonnenlicht in der Kreuzung, die Schatten werden kürzer. Wortmeldungen aus Kanälen, zu denen man im Moment nicht gehört. Auch: Kalte Hände, kalte Nasenspitze, das Mikroklima zwischen den vertrauten Wänden hält am Winter fest. Wilde Katze, irgendwo ruft die Türklingel, nebenan füllt eine sonore Radiostimme das Zimmer und darüber hinaus ist niemand zu hören. Silberne Linien in den Bäumen. Fluglinien identifizieren, Kurse verfolgen, mit der Ferne sein. Dinge, für die sich Platz findet inmitten der dichten blauen Takte. Und Kaffee, immer noch, schon wieder.
Closing in on 10am. Notifications inbound, remembering passwords, entering additional numbers into the phone to proceed. A confirmation, yet another check, a fingerprint, a sigh. Working infrastructure, suspicious ecosystems, tight dependencies. An increasing inability to decouple things.
4pm and still on. Adding new open ends to hide the existing ones. Tasks of the morning just suspended, wondering what they will be up to in the meantime and devoid of attention and control. Sun on windowsills. And no mood in the afternoon that stands some verbal description.
Closing in on 10am. An attempt to defend focus mode against the demands of the hours, seeing reserved time frames shrink. Some things take longer, sometimes waiting tricks one into pursuing other challenges, sometimes getting lost in unrelated topics makes reconnecting rather hard. Too many frames on the stack, still piling.