Quite some hours into the evening and some of todays urgencies aren't still completely sorted out. A short late peek into a flooded log file, immediately recognizing a familiar pattern and immediately remembering the lack of a good resolution for that issue. Some things come and go some things stay and safe to say this is all but pleasant. Adding a short thought to the right place. Discussing severities and workarounds and not daring to even consider how the map might look like, lots of random individual footprints off the path supposed to be taken. Stories of flaws and shortcuts and so far unsure which kind of ending to shape for that storybook. Have a calm night wherever you are.

☀️ 7am and on, warm morning following a warm night. Somewhere in between different machines, revisiting synchronization procedures and once again learning the drawbacks of things that happen automagically without too much ado. Or understanding. Or control. At some point, a bit of everything is everywhere but it's hard to tell which of these bits are most recent, most reliable, let alone complete. This is where one's back to the drawing board, then and now.

Past 3pm, refocused and in some flow, unwilling and fortunately not required to physically move. A glowing afternoon, office heat, some code snippets revisited and reshaped and somewhere in between all these, things got derailed. Patch, restart, retry. Hope not as a strategy but still it's there and doesn't hurt at times.

(Geprüfte Antworten, konstruierte Grenzfälle, unsichere Fragen und die vielen Herausforderungen und Mehdeutigkeiten stecken wie immer in den Details. Unten bricht hartes Werkzeug harten Stein, hinterlässt ein lang anhaltendes Schwingen und Zittern und einen feinen Nebel, der an den Fassaden nach oben kriecht und sich über die Dächer verteilt. Hoher weiter Himmel. Ein wenig Wind - und jede Menge Wärme.)

Closing in on 4pm, rough clouds, a stormy breeze and mind stuck in previous conversations. Floating with the tides while swimming against  the stream, feeling all sorts of inner resistance wrestling curiosity and enthusiasm and things could hardly be much more torn. It all depends.

Mittagszeit, neue Wolken, immer noch vage Schatten gegenüber, einschließlich des Flatterns unsichtbarer Tauben, die sich irgendwo weiter oben im Lichtweg sonnen. Kollegen verschwinden gen Treppenhaus, auf der Terrasse streifen Böen durch das fleckige Grün. Neue Touristen gegenüber, bunt beklebte Koffer, ungläubige Blicke stadtwärts und für einen Augenblick ist es schön, die Sprachlosigkeit zu sehen, die einen selbst auch andernorts gern übermannt. Auch: Kleine Aufwände, langes Warten, unproduktive Hürden, verhaltenes Schimpfen. Unzufrieden genug, aber immer noch im Schwung.

3pm and lowering windowblinds, for it's too bright to bear right now. Revisiting and filing notes, letting an earlier call sink in, mostly dissatisfied even though some things can't just be done any better. Again and again, too, wondering what's preferrable: Infrastructure failing for all users at the same time, making certain issues obvious to everyone -  or infrastructure quietly failing here and there, seemingly working for some while keeping any outages hard to see, hard to migitate. A brave choice between equally bad solutions it seems.

Gaps between theory and reality, different systems different responses unexpected behaviours. Past 7am, jump-start, just gradually back to normal pace. Compensating side effects, inspecting root causes. The morning's turning bright again, construction site noise, motorcycle commuters, school kids and some distractions helping to stay focused under a pale sky.

Many hours later, out of the day and into the night and there still then and now are shadows of crows overhead against the dim city sky, making their way to the river. A heated conversation in the street, voices heard but actors, faces hidden to the eye. A different language, an unfamiliar melody, and sorting out that slightly odd feeling that comes along with consciously noticing both. Local computers disconnected and powered down for now. Knowing, hoping that tasks started earlier will make it to the morning. Leaving a brief note on the border of todays mental page. And flipping it over again. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

Error handling, elsewhere: Retranslating log messages because the statements that ended up in the files don't seem to make much sense. Different ways of context being lost in translation, and generic codes won't help either. 7am and on and slightly dissatisfied with this aspect of reality too.

(Unruhiger Vormittag als nebelverhangener innerer Steig durch die Ebenen heutiger Pläne. Kommunikation auf mehreren Kanälen. Themen stolpern und lachen wirr durcheinander. Innere Affen, äußere Sonne, gegenüber werden dicke Bettdecken über das Geländer des Balkons geschüttelt, ein nervöser Hund schaut einigen Federn hinterher, von denen der Wind Besitz ergriffen hat. Anderswo: Falsche Einstellungen. Falsches Passwort oder falscher Nutzername. Manche Identitätsfragen sind wiederkehrend.)