ONE WEEK LATER...

Tim dragged himself through the front door, the darkened evening behind him, and threw his suitcase onto the floor. The carpet there was mangled and balding where he had dropped his case every weekday evening since they last changed it. And yet he regarded it as his wife's problem, meeting it with the same old disdain as everything else, before flipping off his shoes and ragging the tie from around his neck!

Work was getting worse. His performance, specifically, was getting worse, and with that came humility, which he was not known for. And so he was doing more overtime - actual work overtime - not because...