I found a squeaky door so I got the oil and fixed it… Then did every door I could before my wife caught me.
Am I alone here? It’s so satisfying to just glide open!
Edit: She followed up with: “you’re enjoying yourself too much”
Damn straight I am. It’s the little things you have to enjoy!
Every time I move to a new place, the first thing I do is use some graphite dry lube on all of the locks and doorknobs, because it feels like I’m the only one on the planet who cares about non-grindy locks.