No, not a therapist (well, maybe . . . see the last line). I discovered that despite being pretty good at DIY around the home and basic car maintenance, I could not effectively apply the headlight protective film that has been waiting while my car was in the body shop.

I’m going to have to give up or pay a window tinting firm for their expertise. I was hoping to have these on before I racked up another large chunk of mileage this weekend, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go to the shop this week.

They don’t look bad, but when the projectors are on, I see little chips as points of light in the covers, and it irritates me.

Damn, I’m back to obsessing about my car after 15 years of resistance.