A few days ago, I called home during the afternoon to say hi to John and give him an update on how my day was looking.  When I have a sense of when I’m coming home, I try to remember to let him know – mostly so 8pm doesn’t jump out of my file drawer and say “hey, you should probably share your plans with the other person in your home who eats dinner so he can, you know, decide whether or not to wait for you.”  8pm can be kind of judgmental, but it always has a point.