Moist roofs steamy windows and a glaring bright light. Bicycles of school kids in between houses and crossroads, a fierce dispute behind walls again. Filing what filled the early day, leaving some notes to future selves again. With that gut feeling of knowing which things will pop up once more, for sure.
Grey sky, grey hours, thin rain still and a distinct lack of colours. Weeding obvious bugs out of very old code. Wondering how they got there in the first place. And afraid to dig even deeper. Too, coping with other annoyances that get into ones way elsewhere. Small pitfalls to again and again stumble. Closing in on 3pm and wondering to just conclude the day. Experiencing and pondering different wake states. Not just with machines.
Und dann Regen. Schlagartig, durchdringend. Eine Gruppe von Nachbarn flieht in den Supermarkt des geringsten Mißtrauens, vor der großen Tür schlagen die Tropfen kleine Blasen auf stehender Pfütze. Unstete Wellenbilder, verzerrte Reflektionen, Sinnieren über lang zurückliegende Schuljahre, Physik, Schwingungen. Amplitudenberge, Krümel von Blättern tragend. Und dahinter leere Korridore, volle Regale, die Packungsdichte hochprozentiger Drinks im Kassenbereich nimmt zu. Seltsame Gespräche ausfiltern, in den notwendigen Interaktionen alle Freundlichkeit zusammenkratzen, zu der der Freitag imstande ist. Und wieder schneller Ortswechsel, durch die Reihen parkender Boten und eine Kindergartengruppe in Gummistiefeln. Stundenglocken. Mittagsruhe. Nur nicht schlafen.
🖥️ The early hours still, the pile of work left unaddressed, and digging through error messages once again. Also, documentation tasks, routines lost and forgotten all too often and easily - and things missed only when needed, but then badly.
Crowded street, busy crossroads. Construction works still ongoing, tool activities resounding in all of the room, causing all sorts of odd noises and cutting that remaining focus into pieces. Pondering cake, water, breaks and the openness of meadows. 4pm and on. Hazy afternoon.