How many times do I tell myself it is the end of the day? I get through my last meeting and I consider the scheduled day finished.
There’s still work to be done in the office but nobody left to face. I put on my coat to go home and my work day in the building is over.
There’s still the drive home but no more cubicle. I pull into the garage and switch gears to home mode.
There’s still dinner, the mail and the kids but that’s home time. We climb into bed and ease under the down comforter.
There’s still a tango, a climax and a cigarette but only then will my day be complete.