Ever since we moved here in the summer of 2000, I’ve been meaning to put some oil on the runners of our up-and-over garage door. This morning, the door finally refused to go all the way up, so out came the little red oil can. The job I’d been putting off for over 18 years took less than a minute to complete.
Putting the car to bed this evening, I came close to decapitating myself with our almost frictionless garage door.
There’s a lesson in there somewhere, but I’m far from sure what it is.
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