Communication as an amorphous issue to address. Getting clear on responsibilities, roles and skills. And early on noticing how much availability of tools early in this can get into way of things pretty much. An illusion of equality that sometimes leads nowhere.
9am and on. Stop-motion, chose a fine-grained approach to scheduling the morning and already having a gut feeling about that decision. Evaluating the mental costs of context switching again.
(Der Morgen ferner: Exkurse in die Umwelt, um gewisse Bedürfnisse zu befriedigen - etwa Kaffee zu kaufen. Mit der Öffnung liegt noch ein unberührter Frieden über dem Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens. Wer hier jetzt schon wach ist, ist entweder noch oder schon verschlafen genug, um kein gesondertes Interesse an irritierenden Begegnungen zu haben. Immer wieder weht die Musik aus den frühen Nullerjahren durch die Flure, und Ort und Zeit werden unwirklicher, als sie es eh schon sind.)
8am and on. Still trying to come up with a better question to make sense of the models answers. Still unsure. And once again feeling unsettling traces of mismatch between professional attitude and personal mindset. Breathing into the tea mug. And waiting for mental dust to settle.
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.