The Boy came downstairs a few days ago to see what I had planned for the night. It was one of my few nights off from Job 2 and I was all cozied into my armchair by a fire. MacBook in my lap.

I’d finally figured out how to end my script. The same one I’d thought I’d finished just a few hours before…but then I went for a run. Ba-boom. Fresh idea.

Anyway.

The Boy looked at me like I was crazy and asked how the heck I did it. He said, “You’re always working!”

Lately, it certainly feel...