Later that afternoon: Unsure what to make of it. Too many snippets, too few clues to connect. Some lights on the desktop, in the small gloomy office, both to keep the grey away and to avoid people in the next best call see we’re distracted doing things we’re not supposed to do, right now. Sometimes this is challenging, sometimes it’s not. Next doors constuction site’s getting ever-louder with each moment that passes. No thoughts, no sound in the streets, no traffic on the sidewalks, but there’s always that sound coming with this very call. Slowly, too slowly moving on.