I grew up the child of teachers. Besides learning the obvious lack-of-privacy lessons (“Does your father know you left the house in that outfit?” my high school history teacher once muttered to me), I also internalized the idea that in the working world, people get home every day at 4 p.m. and have summers off. To this day, it feels to me as if spending a beautiful summer afternoon sitting in an air-conditioned office goes against the natural order.

I’m getting a sense that more and more people are on the same page — or a nearby one. Don’t we all want more time away from work?