All (but not less than all)

"We need to get it done by tomorrow morning."

Oh my.  The Master Negotiators.

The art of the possible, or the really scary?  Everyone was looking around like each other is an idiot, when really we are all idiots, no?  Ah, I love the sceptical disdain toward this way of moving along.  And the contrast of different cases, the opportunity to see such things all from deep behind the curtain and down the rabbithole.

How will it turn out, how will it?  Who can say?  All these characters, this as their day job, nights apart from various families back home, working toward an idea.  The decisions being made, the second guessing and the things overlooked, both before and after.  The fine line between proper drafting and throwing words on the page.  And never really covering off all contingencies.

Waiting around, clocking time.  Compare that to the brief moment admiring the de Garthe display, quite the contrast of lasting works, of different ways to spend your days.  And so.  The need for a journal to document the rest.  Or at least until morning.  Except it already is...  So much later than you think...