Still in between. A flow of patterns leading to ideas but few of them see actually correct. Rewind, reconfigure, retry. At least, no audible grinding of digital gears. Past 9pm and day's still as bright as it managed to be, layers of grey sky above grey city and no more rain in cold air. Sleepy, tense, floating with the songs of voices only heard on the inside. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Somewhere in the afternoon, queueing multiple drafts while waiting for the last pieces of information needed. Eventually stumbling context boundaries, adding the wrong output to the wrong communication. Stopping, wondering, reverting. The fragile speed, the slowness needed for getting things done right.
Knapp vor dem Mittag und immer noch heftige Böen. Manchmal findet man im Stapel der losen Enden eines, dessen Dringlichkeit höher ist als die aller anderen. Und dann plant man sich kurzfristig um dieses Ende herum, mit beherrschbarem Erfolg und der Nervosität des Hochstaplers, fast bereit, in jedem Augenblick enttarnt zu werden. (Durchatmen. Kommunizieren. Eine Linie finden, die den Knäuel in die richtige Richtung verlässt. Dazu Obst und Tee. Für die Stimme, und für die Ruhe in sich. Wenig Sonne im Grau, zu viel Bewegung auf den Fluren.)
10am and on. Jumping forth. Too small steps, just a little too much space in between to be useful. Context switching, floating from topic to topic: Empty intermediate time lost chasing clouds and talking to different kinds of void.
Past 9am. Calming todays waves while the breeze remains strong. Also: Fostering a culture of graceful fails and learning from those, maybe even new things. Because sometimes that's what it comes down to. Taking a deep breath. Cleaning up. Moving on.