The meat of the day is done. You now find yourself driving again (it seems like you never stop) in automatic zone-out pilot mode, retreatfully zoned out. You diecdie to turn on the radio to break the silence. Yeah! The radio! You love the radio! Oop, a commerical, mmm... well, I wonder what's on...app, another commerical... okay, then how 'out this other stat... ahh! ... another comm... ahh, to hell with the radio! We got cassettes! Oh, yeah! C'mon, that's it! You release an inner chuckle at the revelation. There it is! Turn it up real loud. Real! Heh..heh!! To have control over something!! Never mind how small. Ahhh...... - snapping out of it - you recall the things you still have to do. The bliss fades and the events to come climb on you like a twenty pound halo, but .. oh well, at least now you have a little space...space, that is, if you leave out the six lanes of inter-weaving traffic. Oh, great move buddy! ... cutting right across just like that! ... ugh, they outta ... wait! ... is that a cop?! ... oh, no! You're going 72 in a 65 ... is that bad enough to get pulled ov ... oh ... it's not a cop .. just looks like one. Whew. The television is on but nobody is watching it. You collapse down onto the couch and immediately fall into the induced trance of the set just to hear the telephone ring (sigh). Now what?... It's the Honda shop. Looks like the car is going to need a whole new alignment. Yeah, well so do you. A roller-coaster of commercial mini-dramas blankets your conversation, feeding you the idea that a woman's opinion will transcend directly to the style of your pants and that that soap detergent is alive (so buy me). A family member walks in and starts opening cupboards as they sing to themselves. This guy is still talking in your ear through this piece of plastic about the cost of the repairs. The buzz of oncoming traffic and lights is still ringing in your mind. The radio is turned on. Following a preview of an upcoming talk show where KKK members confront the gay coalition of America, the news flashes on the screen. The oven buzzer goes off. The singing family member looks at you curiously. The doorbell rings. The... the frustration boils in your gut... the feeling that