Almost 11am. The rattling of windowblinds im autumn winds, five floors above ground level. One-legged T and other weird office yoga postures to end up in, unconsciously, while a focussed meeting moves on and cameras are off. (Last coffee cooled down in the meantime, seems it always ends up at that luke-warm temperature level at which to cause a disturbing sensation of nausea in stomach, brain, mind. Need to reconsider certain rituals as hours move on.)