Few pleasures in life rival the joy of going to the garage to get the electric screw driver and finding it plugged in and fully charged – opposed to just laying there, not charged. It gives one pause to appreciate forward-thinking to be ready when a need would arise. Just lovely.
Not that I have experienced that pleasure. I’m lucky to even find my stupid screw driver – let alone find it partly charged. My work bench is more like a rat’s nest this time of year; but, it’s something to strive for, I suppose.
I’m sure I am the *only* one.