11am. Stretching, physically, mentally. The sound of bones stuck in working position all morning. The sound of thoughts wrapped around issues aplenty all morning, tensed while trying to keep things from falling and hitting the floor. Also, a bee somehow found its way through the home office window, now carefully inspecting all the stuff collected and gathered in here, reminding once again this used to be merely just a storage room some years ago when no one considered stumbling through lockdowns in remote-work mode. (One more coffee for the flashback. And then let day move on.)