10am and on. Tweaking windowblinds to keep away the sun but only a bit. Someone always leaves behind cookies (of the pleasant kind, the ones one easily accepts) in the kitchen, which is a good thing but a drain to time and productivity in its weird attraction to everyone not working from home today. Office dog is sleeping in the corridor, phones keep on ringing somewhere and the machine fans spin up as another generation of model comes to some strange idea of life. Cautiously moving on, with the hours, with the light.