Quite a bit later and the week's moving out. Sleepy minds entangled in sleepy thoughts, continued. Music from the bus stop, it seems despite the weather dwellers of early night are comfortable again with just hanging out there waiting for a connection or like-minded souls or a good story or whatever comes their way. (Closing windows, at least some of them. Trembling a bit in the cold air. Different kinds of goosebumps. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

Finally, a lot later again. Trying to still get some structure into an amorphous vast collection of odds, ends, requirements, necessities. The feel of a day like a condensed week, just vague memories of how tne morning used to take shape. Pondering growth, dubious optimizations, comfort zones and wrestling ones own sufficiently large set of shortcomings in a meaningful manner. After all, just in a couple of fleeing thoughts at the edge of tonights focus. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.