9am and on. Once again remembering that odd idea of eating the frog in the morning, but todays frog probably knew and escaped. Maybe not too bad a thing, at all. (Rescheduling. Wiping things off todays list. Breathing. And a bit of gazing into the pale sun.)
10am and on. Stop-motion. Calls concluded, calls to commence. Exploring random universes that seem to exist in the small spaces between the segments of planned structures. Transferring vast loads of data. And watching it grow even more vast. Too: Strong wind. Strong rain. Shapeless clouds. Returning to January grey.
(Dünnes Eis auf den Hinterhofbrunnen. Die wenigen hellen Zimmer spiegeln sich in kantigen Schollen, kopfstehende Zerrbilder erwachenden Geschäftsbetriebs. Schwere Wolken über den östlichen Hügeln halten die Nacht heute länger fest. Allein im Fahrstuhl, mit dem Rücken zum Spiegel, den Höhenunterschied spüren. Weit voraus denken, auch und gerade wartend im begrenzten Hier.)
9am and on. Multitasking, next level: Handling several topics at once in one call. Boundaries constantly blurred, things getting mixed up and entangled in each other. Physical symptoms of nervousness. And the challenge of cautiously refocusing things, while continuously preventing oneself from slipping and falling. (In between, a glimpse of sun in dirty windowblinds.)
Closing in on 9am. Devices missing in the drawer: Noise canceling headphones but for the noises roaring within. Too, ran out of chocolate. Tasks taken over, stage not completely set. Hazy light and the silence of wintry backyard fountains.