This time, it was a message of quityerbitchin. I was driving my it-probably-cost-more-to-fix-this-than-the-car-is-actually-worth-but-I-fixed-it-anyway car back to Chicago from Michigan, and I was late for a concert that I most definitely did not want to be late for. I’d had a wonderful, relaxing weekend, but the car costs and coming work week were creeping back into my consciousness. I’d run into two bouts of seriously bad traffic already and was coming up on another one, and I was shouting in frustration.

And then two in a row, courtesy of 97.1 The Drive: “Long Way Home” and “Take It Easy.” Okay, fine.

Turns out I was even early for the concert, and I sang along to the radio the whole way there.