The cats break their new resolution not to knock stuff over in my office.

“He keeps biting me on the leg” says Ingrid one day as I mill around her desk during the new water cooler moment that is a comfort break on a Microsoft Teams call. I pat Martok, one of our cats, and he rubs up against me, pretending that he might nibble at me too. I experience this regularly. It used to be at half five, then at five, and these days at half past four.