The sun doesn’t reach very high in the sky, even in the middle of the day.

I saw it shining so prettily through the trees during my lunchtime walk and I had no proper camera with me, only my phone. The phone camera handles some situations surprisingly well but this is photo just a total disappointment.

Not too old yet for playing around.

The neighbourhood cat who’s been visiting occasionally is getting more comfortable in our house. Previously it used to cautiously look around but stay at a distance from us. Now it’s OK with being touched and sleeping in our sofa.

Ingrid’s braces are in place and her whole mouth hurts and she cannot bite or chew. Ice cream, soups and smoothies are the only things she can eat.

I’m slowly getting used to being in the office one or two days a week. And commuting.

The commute in particular is a little bit annoying, but undeniably my days in the office are much more eventful, which is good for me. There are all these things that can happen, that never do at home or even in the streets of Spånga.

Meeting new dogs in the street.

Not being able to get inside the office building because they use an app for access (seriously) and the Android version is broken.

Going out for lunch to a restaurant I’ve never been to before.

Getting rained on. Not that it doesn’t rain in Spånga, but I’m never out long enough for rain to take me by surprise – whereas a lot can change between going out in the morning and coming back in the evening.

I finally found a use for the pouch I made in my embroidery course last winter. It had been languishing in a cupboard until now.

It turned out to be the perfect size for a crafts pouch, for bringing my sock knitting with me on my days of working in the office. It is just large enough for a 50-gram ball of yarn, a half-finished sock, and a circular needle. And it makes me much happier to look at than some industrially-produced packing bag, although one of those would probably weigh less and perhaps be more practical. So it is now part of my standard going-to-office kit, together with my mouse with its pad, a conference speaker/microphone, a web camera, and other assorted office equipment.

Someone has been eating my pumpkin. It looks quite deranged this way.

Rat? Squirrel? Bird?

I do technical interviews for tretton37 pretty regularly. I’m so used to doing them online now that I can’t even really remember what it felt like to do it the other way, physically in the same room with a candidate and my co-interviewer. Although I know for sure that that’s the way they used to be done.

I take notes on paper. Sloppily, sometimes missing the end of some words, because my main focus is elsewhere. There’s no way I could type while interviewing – it just gets too distracting. But afterwards I type up proper notes in a template we have.

My pre-interview prep includes setting myself up with 4 sheets of A4 paper, a pen, one large glass of water, and proper lighting. Two hours of talking – even though I’m not the one doing most of the talking, by far – is thirsty work.

Halfway through this interview I could already feel the lack of energy in the room, and see my colleague struggling not to yawn. A clear sign that this wasn’t going anywhere.