I just spent an hour washing my car. And I wasn’t bored. In the olden days, I used to say I’d never get as anal about cleaning my car as my father was. I’m still not quite there. I don’t have thousands of different snake oil waxes that don’t work, and I sure as hell don’t bother to towel-dry my car (it gets my wonderfully clean surface all linty), but I have come around to doing things in much more precise detail. This is what buying a new car does to you. Celes Zwei deserves all of my time and attention.

And yes, Laurie, you do exist. I’ve been thinking of fun things I could do with that, actually…