4pm and on. Kids in the street, engaged in merry noises, playing with scooters and balls, just as if was still summer. Meanwhile, watching software move across system boundaries, watching with that odd mix of astonishment and awe, hit by temporary full perception of how many things just have to work well for that to happen, how many pitfalls need to be avoided and still might pop up anew every other moment. Too: The ritual of providing machines with names that resemble things dear to one, as if this kind of emotional attachment makes disagreements between the system and the self easier to bear. Day moves on without caring much.