Lately it takes me a long time to stop thinking about work. I don't know whether other people switch off the work thoughts when they walk out the building, but it takes me hours.
Friday I carpooled with Dan to the Berkeley opera "King Arthur" (which had nothing to do with King Arthur). Dan was curt in his responses. There was little emotion displayed, just words chosen for maximal efficiency.
"What's wrong?" I kept asking. "Are you tired? Distracted? Did you fall in love with someone?"
"No," he said.
Finally I asked, "Are you in work mode?"
This prompted a long pause as he deliberated. Finally he concluded that yes, it was work mode.
I felt somewhat vindicated. At least Dan has the same issue that I do.