Chapter 5As I drive home too fast in some vain hope of making up for lost time, I check my watch every couple of minutes, finding that nine thirty has passed, and ten o'clock is getting closer with each glance. A familiar feeling of guilt overtakes me as I think about having missed another night with Lisa and the kids. I need a different job or, maybe, a little more self-discipline. I recognize that no one ever regretted not having worked more when they got to their deathbed. I know that the kids are growing up too fast, and one day they will want to be with friends, and then they'll want to go on dates, and then they will move out, and they will have families with colds, soccer, school open houses. Then they will have more difficulty finding the time to come home to visit than I have gett
