10pm again. Between error codes and faulty flows. Overtime. Unconvincing results seem to ask for different, less subtle approaches. And there isn't even a desire to be perfect but just to get things back into acceptable boundaries again. Still holding breath, watching. (Meanwhile, the moon made it to the other side of the house and chose to hide most of the stars that filled early night. Eyes bright with screen light, mind more sleepy than tired. Thinking exhausted, though. Negotiating sleep with oneself. Or at least a bit of quiet.)