They come ringing the doorbell and ask if we’re still here. Have we moved? Has the building sold yet?

The fluorescent lights are on — sometimes we keep them off and call it “sleepover lighting” — the clock ticks in the corner and someone points out that it needs to be reset after Daylight Saving Time. Someone else points to the calendar that’s still turned to August.

There are old signs all around the room, reminders of 150 years since the paper began: “Tri-Weekly Astorian,” “Astorian Budget.” In another corner, we pin the most recent front pages to a board.

I stare at “The Morning Astorian,” the sign over a gray cubicle wall with an illustration of sunrise over the cityscape and sailboats in the river, and then back at a little boat I drew to fill some space in Our Coast Magazine.

Someone heard something out the window. The four of us here — Olivia Palmer, Jasmine Lewin, Lukas Prinos and I, and Lukas’ dog, James — gather and look out, but it’s gone, so we just watch the spring sunshine and construction going on at Astor Library.

We talk about migrating photo credits and subheads over to the paper’s new website. Discover Our Coast and The Astorian, you’ll note this week, have a different look online.

Deadline has come and gone. Someone’s off to a meeting. Now It’s time to take a walk and get coffee.

On the way out, a woman asks me if I might be able to find a paper for her, some article from a few months back.

I think I remember it, so coffee can wait a few more minutes.