Sadly nobody has saved me from my own brain, though there were momentary diversions (and Otto is always particularly diverting). So I am stuck with myself and its something I try hard to avoid. Usually there is a book or a television or a very large drink to chaperone and intercede when things get tense.
If only we had an office cat.
Edit: although, of course, Paul's poem is also particularly lovely - it goes without saying as I am sure we all appreciate the presence of his genius in our midst