I’ve recently made a promise to myself: no more NPR on the way home. I’ve got one of those jobs where even though you’re sitting down all day, you still end up exhausted by quittin’ time. Listening to the news when I’m tired, and stressed, and dreading the home commute, and daydreaming about a better life, does me mental harm. There’s a dead dog on the side of the road, better turn up this story about rape in Syria! Oh, I’m well informed: I listen to Morning Edition on the way in to work (what better way to start the day with hot facts about how terrible everything is?), but if anything of importance happens in the world between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m., I assume a friend will post a link on Facebook. I can’t do late-afternoon horror stories anymore. I’m changing my attitude, changing my game plan. No more silently weeping in the driveway for this girl! My new thing, my brilliant idea?