10am. Third coffee, system rebooting (and waking up the printer again). Trying to figure out whether or not this day is filled with rain by staring at the trees across the backyard. Delivery ballet in the street once more, too many carrier cars, too many people wearing huge piles of brown and grey boxes. Also, someone else in this house seems to work from home right now, and judging from the words used all aloud (cursing included), must probably be a tech person. We know who we are.