OK, my work day ends around midnight by the time I get home. So, I walk to the mailbox nice and slow while quiet not to wake neighbors. I walk back the long way. I look for racoons and possums, listen for cat fights, and do my neighborhood watch thing spying for druggies, even though I once was. We had a methlab in the mobile home park once. And, the majority are retired and family. WOW, did I get off track. But, that tends to drain my brain of work stress by the time I get back home.