For a long while, the end of the day would come, but I wouldn’t be able to relax. The boys would be down for the night, the kitchen clean, the house neat. I’d sit on the couch to watch TV or read, and my foot would start tap-tap-tapping away, antsy, like there was something else I should be doing. Sometimes I’d log back into my work VPN and answer emails, but the niggle stayed with …