You leave work, but part of your attention stays there.
You replay the conversation. Think about tomorrow. Check one more email. Keep working through the problem even though nobody is asking you to.
And that follows you into the rest of the night.
You’re distracted at dinner.
Shorter with your patience.
Half-listening when someone is talking to you.
Still thinking about work when you should be enjoying the few hours that are actually yours.
Nothing is falling apart.
But the workday keeps taking a little more than it should.
You’re home. It shouldn’t take half the evening to finally feel like it.