11am and on. Hazy sun, loud male voices in the backyard, and a tramway screeching through the narrow street. Ticking some checkboxes on todays list. On one of the lists, actually. Maybe reducing the amount of lists would be a worthy thing to begin with. But not today. Today's for more coffee, the cookies colleagues placed in the small kitchen, and a plethora of tiny odds and ends that just somehow sometimes need attention. (Hoping for a pleasant feeling of accomplishment later.)