4pm and on. Timer-controlled stars lighting up across the street. An anachronistic feeling, given it's still as bright as daylight possibly gets at this time of year. Also, moving around larger chunks of scheduled time. That weird sensation of standing near the edge of an appointment canceled on very short notice. Staring into unexpected emptiness, profoundly surprised. (Reshaping current reality. Not bother thinking about another days piles for a split second.)