I pull into my driveway. It is almost 5 p.m. I left my house this morning at 7:30 a.m. Before I cross the threshold, the dog races to greet me. He is a puppy, anxious by the late hour, jumping on me, and sometime in the day, he peed on his blanket. He has been left alone too long. What am I going to make for dinner? I don’t know. I’m already exhausted. On the way into my drive, I say hello to my neighbour Carmen, who is pulling out of her driveway.