I tap the seat warmer button in the car for the first time this season and marvel at the trees doing errands.
In the evening I dig out a laptop from 2012 and find that it works great despite 4 gigs of RAM. Spent some time researching the best ways to let it go while making software updates and ultimately wiping the drive.
An old phone emerges from a drawer of cords. It also works as good as the day it was last discharged — a time capsule of conversations, photographs, a particular set of apps and a nice dollop of skeuomorphism. I decide this digital scrapbook is worth keeping for a while.