I spend a lot of days at home, not so much because of the ongoing pandemic, but because I prefer to work at home. The office lost its appeal to me a long time ago, largely because of the distance that has developed. There was nothing more to be said when it came to talk around the coffee maker, which funny enough became a point of contention, or going out to lunch. We had all pretty much retreated into our private worlds. Still, my wife prefers me coming into work with her, I suppose largely to have someone else in the room with her, although most of the time she is asking me to be quiet. Our office is in an old convent, and we all have our cells, two or three persons to one of these little rooms, which further imposes distance between us as an office. My wife tells me that part of the problem is my sketchy grasp of Lithuanian. I'm not very good at conversing in this language even if I pick up most of what is being said around me. It takes me to...