Reading articles, highlighter in hand, cross-legged on the ground in front of your fireplace while you slam cupboard doors and whistle while making dinner. The cats have staked shared territory in the cavity where my ankles meet, and their purring is so loud that I don’t hear you nudge open the heavy wooden door until you place a mug of tea on the tile floor by my foot, and sit down to do your own work across the room.
Don’t forget. Don’t forget. Don’t forget.