The only redeeming thing about working late is the view. From the rooftop laboratory the sprawling suburbs look like the scene of a fairy tale. As the sky darkens, the household lights switch on. Air pollution blocks out the stars but the congested highway with millions of twinkling headlights make up for it: a river even brighter than the milky way ever could be.
Staring out of the window will not solve any problems, not about bugs in software nor about people that will not communicate.
The children are probably asleep by now. I have not seen them in days.