I was a practice manager at a four-physician internal medicine group in Stamford.

I ran a staff of nine.

I was good at it — not adequate, good, and I knew I was good at it, and I had been promoted twice in five years.

I left in 2010.

Not for Leo, who was not born until 2018.

I left in 2010 because we were trying and it was not working and because a specialist said something reasonable about stress, and I made a reasonable decision, and then eight years went by.

Eight years of being a person who was about to go back.