There’s the laptop, there’s the mp3 player, there’s the camera. Rechargeable batteries are everywhere, and they require a decievingly hard skill to remain effective: keeping short term memory from evaporating.
For me, it usually works like this. Just before I enter my apartment, I’ll have the have the need to plugin said gadget into a power outlet in mind. And in the morning, I’ll find myself swearing, when the iPod still cries for a recharge, just as I’m about to leave. I forgot it. Again.
The only way to remember the trite of recharging is to act like you’re suffering from the inability to make long-term memories. Chant the following all the way up the stairs or riding the elevator, “Gotta recharge, gotta recharge, gotta recharge”.
It works. Kinda.