Close to noon: Deviating from todays structure, picking pieces, trying to make them fit again. Still, some things are left profoundly broken. Asides that: Astounding to experience how much, in weeks of somewhat strict routine, unplanned days in home-office affect the overall flow of things. Sound of workers echoing through the streets. People seem to enjoy moving around and hitting huge metal artifacts again. The noon bell goes almost unnoticed, same as the next call just ringing and begging for attention. (And still lost in the moment, for the moment, gazing at the small silver airplane disappearing in the clouds. Travelling without moving.)