I had forgotten how much work it is to wax a vehicle. My truck, as if trying to remind me it'd been nearly a year and a half, presented a real struggle. It seemed I had to rub all the surfaces extra hard today. Applying the goop was surely easier than getting it off. To get the roof, I had to stand hanging onto the doors as if some sort of circus acrobat. When a quarter of the way through, I really felt as if the whole process were a ridiculous waste of time.
Why did I feel as though I needed a glossy shine on something that's a dozen years old? It was never much to look at even back in 1996!
Fortunately, I am free today and the weather is nearly perfect. So, in retrospect, I kind of, actually, enjoyed the chore. Still I think that tomorrow I may have sore arms.