Fix the little things
Years ago, when I cared about such things (or... anything...), I belonged to the Porsche Club of America . I devoured the monthly Panorama magazine . I still remember (dimly and incompletely) the sage advice in an article on older cars, which went something like: “Fix the little things.” Replace the droopy sun visor, swap in a new climate control knob when the °C markings wear off, change out the 10A fuse you popped with too high a sustained load through the cigar lighter receptacle. If you don’t, those little things build up, and without realizing it, you internalize that you’re driving an old piece of shit instead of a beloved classic. Today I cleaned my monitors ( Koala cloth + Residual Oil Remover ), fed my office succulent ( Cute Farms ), replaced the dead batteries in my Death Star (required a small Philips head screwdriver I didn't have at the office; this Makita set is amazing, I have two), installed a new mount ( flagpole clip with carabiner + bungee cord ) to relieve ...