Closing in on 4pm. The systems and the rain. A lonely dark bird passing by up there where a white sky fills most of the world outside the home office window. Wind's getting stronger again. Kids in bright-coloured tees hanging out at the corner, there's still no ice cream and apparently nothing else to fill these hours with. (Submitting code. Resisting the urge to write cheeky messages to a log visible to the customer, too. Even while it's hard, in some situations.)