I don’t know if your home but five o’clock hits different in this house. It’s like the whole day shifts gears the second David walks back through that door. He doesn’t announce it. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just steps into the house and the energy changes — the way it does when the person who holds everything together finally comes home. David barely gets his boots off before the dogs are climbing him like he’s the returning hero in a movie. C’s already talking to him about something — driving, work, a game, a plan, a question — and I’m standing there trying to…