cleaning the house come Saturday looks like heaven from the vantage point of Thursday morning

My daily staple all my life, NPR is now on my nerves for no reason I can put my finger on, I just don't want to listen to Meeshell Norris, I dunno, so I convulsively scan up and down the radio dial on my way to work instead of tuning out the NPR drone: I love jesus, I love jesus, two stoned and/or down syndrome guys talking to each other about nothing, shitty country music, I love jesus, then this, which is very seriously awful and which I turned all the way up just to make the rear view mirror shake in a dead traffic stop-crawl-stop as per usual down the miserable 190 in the freezing rain already too late to get a parking spot within a mile of campus