In the narrow spaces between the dark hours as the winter draws near, the eyes squint and the skin pales and the sun, the dying god, gasps and lays flat, while in the wide boundary of night, the world is made of shadows and black corners and the reflection of house lights and Christmas decorations. It was a difficult re-entry into the world of work after such a perfect holiday weekend, but I am determined to strike a better balance even though this week has a handful of time-based challenges.