Halfway through the distance, making a break to take a few rather deep breaths and let mind and soul catch up. The magic of hours fragmented across many different topics is that one ends up left with the feeling of both having done plenty of things on a detail level while in general having not achieved anything at all. (Wondering whether this is self-deception or actual impatience, or being over-ambitious ignoring the realities of the surroundings.) Windows opened, slowly proceeding in queue, waiting for the sun.