All awareness of time and space magically vanish in the face of meetings and work duties: hunger is postponed, parchedness goes unnoticed, and calluses begin to form underneath the mouse-maneuver digits. Homecooking is infrequent under these circumstances, along with exposure to the world beyond my window.
Meals of the week ranged from hard-boiled eggs and leftovers, Cha Siu from Magic BBQ Cha Siu, and a few spoonfuls of pickled daikon ("mu" / 무).