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The Extra Half Inch You Didnt Know Youd Keep

I didn’t think a titanium bit extension would last more than a week in my bag.

It showed up the way a lot of small tools do—because something mildly annoying happened once. In my case, it was a loose cabinet hinge at work. I had a compact screwdriver in my backpack, the kind with double‑ended bits nested in the handle, but the screw sat just deep enough in the hinge cup that my knuckles kept bumping the door frame. I could turn it a quarter turn at a time, awkward and crooked. I fixed it, but it felt like trying to write with a pencil that’s worn down to a nub.

Later that night, I ordered a slim titanium bit extension almost as a correction to that irritation. Not a new tool. Not a better driver. Just a little length.

Titanium is part of the joke, if I’m being honest. Nobody needs aerospace material to extend a quarter‑inch hex bit by an inch and a half. But titanium is light, and “light” is a persuasive word when you’ve already had the internal debate about why your daily bag feels like a lunchbox full of rocks.

The first thing I noticed when it arrived wasn’t the weight. It was how unnecessary it looked. A thin, gray cylinder with a magnet at one end. It didn’t do anything on its own. It only existed to make another tool slightly more capable.

That’s a hard sell in EDC, where most of us are trying to subtract, not stack.

For a while, it lived in the small zip pocket of my backpack, next to a couple of spare bits and a tiny pry bar I pretend is more essential than it is. I told myself it was a “just in case” addition, which is usually a sign something won’t last long. Just in case is the phrase that bloats pockets.

But then it started getting used.

Not dramatically. Not in any story-worthy way. Just little, ordinary fixes. Tightening the screw on a bathroom stall latch that wouldn’t catch. Adjusting the bracket under my desk where a cable tray sags every few months. Reaching a recessed screw on the back of a thermostat cover without having to wedge my fingers into the wall.

The extension turned my compact driver from “better than nothing” into “actually convenient.” That’s a subtle shift, but it matters. There’s a difference between carrying a tool that technically works and carrying one that doesn’t make you feel like you’re improvising.

I noticed something else, too. When the extension wasn’t in the bag—on the rare days I stripped things down to a laptop sleeve and nothing else—I hesitated before leaving. I’d do that quiet mental inventory. Wallet, keys, phone, pen, small light, driver. And then: no extension. The thought wasn’t panic. It was more like the feeling of wearing shoes without socks. Probably fine. Slightly off.

That’s when I realized it had crossed the line from experiment to habit.

What makes it interesting, at least to me, isn’t that it solves hard problems. It doesn’t. If I know I’m doing actual work, I grab a full‑size screwdriver from the garage like a normal person. The titanium bit extension isn’t about projects. It’s about friction. It’s about the low‑grade annoyances that show up in offices, kitchens, cars, and waiting rooms.

EDC tools tend to live in that space. Not emergencies. Not hero moments. Just “while I’m here, I might as well fix this.”

There’s also something honest about how small it is. A compact screwdriver by itself can start to feel like a statement. A multi‑tool in the pocket can feel like you’re ready for commentary. But a bit extension? Nobody knows you have one. It doesn’t change the outline of a pocket. It doesn’t clip to anything. It doesn’t beg to be shown.

It’s a quiet accessory to a quiet tool.

And yet, I’ve thought about removing it more than once.

The argument against it is simple: redundancy. If I already accept that my EDC screwdriver is a compromise compared to a full‑size driver, why try to make it something it’s not? Why add length instead of just acknowledging limits?

There’s a purity to carrying less and letting inconvenience exist. Not every loose screw needs to be tightened by you. Not every rattle is your problem.

Some weeks, that argument wins. I’ll empty the bag, lay everything out on the table, and start editing. The extension is one of the first pieces I pick up and turn over in my hand. It feels cool and oddly dense for its size. I’ll think about the handful of times I used it in the past month. I’ll try to remember if those moments justified the space it occupies.

Then I put it back.

Part of that is practical. It’s slim enough to disappear along the spine of the bag. It doesn’t poke. It doesn’t snag. It doesn’t add noticeable weight. In a front pocket, I probably wouldn’t tolerate it. In a small organizer pouch, it’s invisible.

But part of it is psychological.

Carrying a titanium bit extension is like admitting that you care about the quality of minor effort. That you don’t want to struggle with reach if you don’t have to. It’s not about capability in a dramatic sense. It’s about smoothness. The difference between turning a screw with your fingertips scraping a surface and turning it cleanly with room to move.

That extra half inch changes leverage, too. A compact driver with an extension feels closer to a real tool. Not full size, but not toy-like. It shifts the experience from “this will do” to “this feels right.”

I’ve also noticed that it changes how I volunteer help. If someone says, “Does anybody have a screwdriver?” I’m more likely to speak up knowing I won’t be fumbling. The extension removes that hesitation where you picture yourself awkwardly jamming a short driver into a recessed hole and wishing you’d stayed quiet.

That’s a strange social side effect of a tiny piece of metal. Confidence measured in millimeters.

At the same time, I’m aware of how ridiculous it sounds to care about this at all. It’s an accessory to an accessory. It’s a refinement of a compromise. If you zoom out far enough, the entire conversation collapses under its own triviality.

But EDC has always lived in that narrow band between trivial and meaningful. We edit our carry because we’re editing our days. We smooth small edges because they’re the ones we touch most often.

The titanium part still makes me smirk. Steel would work. Probably just as well. Maybe better in some ways. The choice of titanium says more about me than about the extension. It says I value lightness in theory, even if the difference is barely measurable. It says I like materials that resist corrosion even though my bag isn’t exactly a saltwater environment. It says I enjoy the idea of overbuilding small things.

That’s not entirely rational, but EDC rarely is.

If I’m honest, the extension stays because it hasn’t given me a reason to kick it out. It doesn’t demand attention. It doesn’t create pocket discomfort. It doesn’t slide around or clink. It just waits. And when it’s needed, it turns a slightly annoying job into a quick one.

That’s a low bar, but it’s the right bar.

I don’t think anyone needs a titanium bit extension in their everyday carry. I’m not even sure I do. But at some point it stopped being about need and started being about rhythm. It fits the way I move through a day—office chair that loosens over time, drawer pull that backs out, battery cover that’s recessed just enough to be irritating.

It’s a small vote in favor of doing things cleanly the first time.

And for now, that’s enough to earn its thin, quiet place along the inside seam of my bag.

The Extra Inch You Didnt Know Youd Carry

I added a titanium screwdriver bit extension to my carry almost by accident.

For years I kept a small driver and a couple of bits tucked into a pouch that already felt like it was pushing its luck. It handled the obvious things. Battery covers. Loose cabinet pulls. The occasional adjustment on something that probably should not have needed adjusting in the first place. It was enough. Or at least I told myself it was.

The problem was never torque. It was reach.

There is a particular irritation that comes from knowing you technically have the right tool but still cannot get to the screw. It is the kind of problem that shows up in ordinary places. A hinge tucked just deep enough inside a recess. A screw set back behind a lip of molded plastic. A panel that was clearly assembled by someone who assumed no one would ever open it again.

You find yourself angling your wrist in ways it was not designed for. You try a shorter bit. Then a longer one. You consider taking something else apart just to reach the first thing. Eventually you either give up or make a mental note that this is why you hate dealing with it.

An extension fixes that. Not dramatically. Not heroically. It just gives you another inch or two of space to work.

Titanium, in this context, is not about strength. It is about weight and corrosion and the strange psychology of knowing the thing in your pocket will not rust if it sits there for months between uses. Steel would have worked. It usually does. But titanium feels like it belongs in the quiet category of tools that are there for a long time, not for heavy abuse, not for show.

The funny part is that an extension is a commitment to a certain kind of thinking. You are admitting that your standard setup is not quite enough. You are also admitting that you care enough about small inefficiencies to carry a dedicated solution.

That is the tension with EDC. Every addition has to justify itself not with performance, but with presence. It has to earn its weight and its space and the minor annoyance of explaining it to yourself when you empty your pockets at night.

For a while, I resisted. An extension felt like escalation. First you carry a driver and a couple of bits. Then you need a better bit holder. Then you need an extension. At some point you look down and realize you are building a toolkit instead of carrying a few essentials.

But the extension is deceptive. It is not another tool. It is a multiplier.

It lets the bits you already carry do more. It makes a stubby driver behave like something with actual reach. It changes the angle of access in ways that are hard to appreciate until you need it. And when you do need it, the difference between having it and not having it is subtle but decisive.

I noticed it the first time I tightened a loose handle inside a narrow cabinet where my knuckles would have scraped against the frame. Instead of contorting my hand, I just added the extension and reached straight in. The job took less time than it would have taken to complain about it.

That is the kind of quiet win that keeps something in your rotation.

There is also a certain honesty to carrying an extension. It suggests you expect screws to be set back, recessed, slightly out of reach. It assumes the world is assembled in ways that are mildly inconvenient. That assumption is rarely wrong.

Most of the things we interact with daily are designed for quick assembly, not easy maintenance. The screws are deep enough to look clean. The housings are shaped to hide fasteners. The result is a landscape of small barriers. Not real obstacles. Just friction.

An extension reduces friction.

I do not use mine every day. Sometimes weeks go by and it stays in the pouch, untouched. In those stretches I question it. I feel its thin cylindrical shape when I shift things around and think, this could be one less piece.

But then something needs adjusting. A light fixture with a recessed screw. A piece of hardware on a door that has shifted just enough to be annoying. A battery compartment buried behind plastic ribs. And once again, that extra reach turns a small problem into a two minute fix instead of a postponed task.

There is a mindset hidden in that choice. Carrying an extension is not about preparedness in a dramatic sense. It is about intolerance for small inefficiencies. It is about preferring to solve something now rather than later, without turning it into a project.

Titanium adds another layer to the decision. It is almost overkill for something so simple. An extension is a narrow tube with a hex interface. That is it. Making it out of a material known for aerospace and high performance gear feels slightly excessive.

And yet, the reduced weight matters in a way that is hard to quantify. In isolation it is negligible. In aggregate, across every item you carry, it adds up. EDC is rarely about one heavy thing. It is about ten reasonable things that together become noticeable.

The titanium extension disappears in that equation. It feels insubstantial until you need it. Then it feels exactly right.

There is also the quiet appeal of carrying something that will probably outlast your interest in it. No flaking finish. No orange bloom after a humid summer. It will age, but it will not decay in the way cheaper materials sometimes do when left forgotten in a pocket organizer.

Still, I am not entirely convinced it deserves permanent status.

Every few months I lay everything out and reconsider. Knife. Light. Wallet. Driver. Bits. And the extension. I ask the same question each time. Is this solving a real problem often enough to justify its place?

The answer is never enthusiastic. It is practical. It is the memory of small, specific moments where it mattered just enough.

That might be the best measure for any EDC item. Not how often you use it, but how much smoother things go when you do.

A titanium screwdriver bit extension is not impressive. It is not conversation worthy. It does not change how you see yourself. It does not make you feel particularly capable.

It just gives you reach.

And sometimes, that extra inch is the difference between walking away from a minor annoyance and fixing it before it grows into something you resent.

In a world full of unnecessary upgrades, that feels like a restrained choice. Not exciting. Not flashy. Just quietly useful.

Which, if I am being honest, is exactly what I want from the things I carry.

The Extra Inch

I did not start carrying a titanium screwdriver bit extension because I needed one. That would make too much sense.

It showed up in my pocket the way most small EDC decisions do. Quietly. After one slightly annoying moment that stuck around longer than it should have.

A loose cabinet pull at a friend’s place. Nothing urgent. Just spinning enough to feel cheap. I had a small driver in my bag, one of those compact setups that makes you feel prepared without turning you into a walking toolbox. I even had the right bit. What I did not have was reach. My knuckles kept brushing the wood. I could turn it, but only in shallow, irritating increments. The job got done, but it felt like trying to write with a pencil that is too short.

That night I found myself thinking about leverage. Not torque in a technical sense. Just comfort. The difference between barely managing and doing something cleanly.

The titanium part came later.

There is something strange about choosing titanium for something so minor. A screwdriver bit extension is not a heroic object. It does not split logs or survive expeditions. It just makes a driver a little longer. That is its entire personality. Adding titanium to that equation feels almost excessive, like putting racing tires on a grocery cart.

And yet I chose it.

Part of it is weight, obviously. If you are already the kind of person who counts grams without admitting it out loud, titanium starts to make emotional sense. An extension is dead weight until it is not. It sits in a pouch or rides in a small organizer, doing absolutely nothing for weeks. If I am going to carry something that spends most of its life waiting, I want it to be light enough that I forget it exists.

But that is only half the story.

The other half is about permission.

An extension changes the kind of problems you are willing to engage with. Without it, you look at a recessed screw and think, not my issue. With it, you pause. Maybe it is your issue. Maybe you can reach that awkward hinge or the fastener tucked behind a lip of plastic. The tool creates a small shift in attitude. You start seeing solutions where you previously saw inconvenience.

That shift is subtle, and it is easy to overestimate its importance. We are not talking about rebuilding engines in parking lots. Most of the time it is a battery compartment, a loose clip, a panel that needs to come off so something else can be adjusted. Ordinary life maintenance. The kind of fixes that keep objects from slowly degrading into junk.

Carrying a titanium extension does not make me more capable in a dramatic way. It makes me slightly more patient. It removes one small excuse.

There is also the matter of restraint. EDC culture has a funny relationship with escalation. You start with a compact driver and a couple of bits. Then you realize there are longer bits, ratcheting handles, flex shafts, full size kits. Before long you are one rationalization away from carrying a pouch that weighs more than your laptop.

An extension is a compromise. It stretches what you already have without turning into a separate system. It says, I want a little more reach, not a whole new category of gear.

The titanium version reinforces that boundary. It is strong enough for what I realistically do, but it is not inviting abuse. I am not prying with it. I am not treating it like a breaker bar. It exists in that middle ground where respect matters. I have snapped cheaper extensions before by pretending they were something else. Titanium does not encourage that behavior, but it quietly resists the small mistakes.

There is an honesty to carrying something specialized. It admits that your compact setup is not perfect. That minimalism has limits. I used to chase the cleanest possible pocket layout. Fewer pieces. Fewer variables. There was pride in that. If I could not solve a problem with what I had, I would shrug and move on, as if the limitation were philosophical rather than practical.

The extension softened that stance. It is an acknowledgment that sometimes one extra inch changes the whole interaction. That awkward screw becomes accessible. That device can be opened without awkward angles. It reduces friction in ways that are hard to advertise but easy to feel.

I have gone weeks without touching it. Then, twice in one day, it becomes the only reason I can finish what I started. That pattern reinforces the habit. Not constant utility, but occasional clarity.

There is also something satisfying about the way it integrates. A small cylinder of metal, cool and understated, slipping between driver and bit with a quiet click. No drama. No branding shouting at you. Just a simple extension of intent. It feels like an honest accessory. It does not pretend to be the hero. It just extends the hero by a modest, practical margin.

I sometimes question whether it earns its spot. Pocket space is personal territory. Every item competes for it. When I lay everything out on a table, the extension can look almost silly. So small. So specific. It does one thing. That is both its weakness and its strength.

The truth is I do not carry it because it is titanium. I carry it because it solved an annoyance once, cleanly, and I remember that feeling. The titanium simply makes the decision easier to live with. It keeps the weight down and the profile slim. It lets the extension exist without demanding attention.

EDC is rarely about the big saves. It is about removing friction from ordinary moments. A titanium screwdriver bit extension accessory is about as unglamorous as that gets. It does not change who you are. It will not start conversations. Most people will never notice it.

But you will.

You will notice when your knuckles are not scraping against a surface. When a recessed screw turns smoothly instead of testing your patience. When a small fix stays small.

And maybe that is enough reason to give one extra inch a permanent place in your pocket.

The Extra Inch

I did not think I needed a titanium bit extension.

That is usually how these things start. You build a small screwdriver kit that makes sense to you. A compact driver, a couple of double sided bits that cover most screws you run into, maybe a tiny pouch so it does not rattle around in your bag. It feels complete. It feels disciplined. You tell yourself this is enough.

Then one afternoon you are tightening a cabinet hinge in your kitchen and the driver body bumps into the shelf before the bit seats fully into the screw. You angle your wrist. You try again. You mutter something about modern furniture design. You get it done, but it is awkward.

That is the moment an extra inch starts to sound reasonable.

The titanium part comes later. First it is just the idea of an extension. A slim rod that lives between your driver and the bit. Nothing dramatic. No new capability, just reach. Access. A small adjustment to geometry.

In the world of everyday carry, geometry matters more than strength most of the time. We are not breaking rusted bolts loose on farm equipment. We are opening battery compartments, adjusting door hardware, tightening a loose drawer pull, maybe cracking open a toy to replace something that stopped working. The screws are not heroic. They are just slightly inconvenient.

So the extension slips into your mental packing list. It promises to solve a problem you have already experienced once, maybe twice. It also introduces a new problem. Space.

An extension is thin, but it is not nothing. It takes up room in the pouch. It adds a step to the process. Now when you need the driver you have to decide whether you need the extension too. You carry it for the rare moments when clearance is tight, which means most of the time it just sits there. Dead weight is too harsh a phrase, but the thought crosses your mind.

This is where titanium enters the conversation. Not because you need the strength. A simple steel rod would do the job just fine. Titanium is about something else. It is about shaving down the feeling of excess.

Titanium feels intentional. It is light in a way that makes you forgive it for existing. When you hold a titanium extension between your fingers it almost disappears. It does not clink heavily against the rest of your kit. It does not announce itself. It is there, but barely.

There is a strange psychology to carrying something that is rarely used. If it is heavy, it feels unjustified. If it is light, it feels prudent. The difference might only be a few grams, but in your head it shifts from overpacking to quiet preparedness.

I started carrying one after I ran into the same clearance issue three times in a month. Different places, same annoyance. A recessed screw in an appliance. A bracket tucked too close to a wall. A light fixture where my knuckles kept hitting glass before the bit could seat properly.

Each time I thought, I have the right tool, just not quite enough of it.

When I finally added the extension to my kit, nothing dramatic happened. Weeks went by without touching it. I considered pulling it back out more than once. It felt like I had given in to a niche problem. Then one evening a friend handed me a loose handle on a sliding door and said, you carry tools, right?

I do not advertise that I carry tools. People just notice over time. The extension came out that night. The screws were tucked deep into a channel that made a normal driver feel stubby and clumsy. With the extension in place, the driver cleared the edge cleanly. No scraped knuckles, no awkward angle.

It was not heroic. It was just smooth.

That smoothness is hard to quantify, which is why it is hard to justify in advance. An extension does not expand what you can fix. It refines how you fix it. It reduces friction in small, forgettable ways.

There is also something honest about an extension. It admits that compact tools are a compromise. We like short drivers because they fit in pockets and pouches. We celebrate minimal kits. But physics does not care about our aesthetic. Sometimes you need reach. The extension is an acknowledgment that minimalism has edges.

I have noticed that the extension changes how I approach certain tasks. Instead of forcing the driver into tight spots and hoping for the best, I pause and add the extra length. It takes two seconds. The result is cleaner. Less stripped screws. Less frustration.

It also reminds me that EDC is not about carrying the most. It is about carrying the right margin. A titanium bit extension is not a statement piece. No one asks about it. It does not photograph well. It hides in the bottom of a pouch like a spare thought.

But it represents a specific kind of mindset. The kind that values small adjustments over dramatic upgrades. The kind that notices when a tool is almost right and chooses to refine it rather than replace it.

I still question it sometimes. When I lay out my kit on the table and look at each piece, the extension is the easiest one to argue against. You could leave it at home, I tell myself. You probably will not need it today.

That might be true. Most days I do not. But the days I do need it are exactly the days I am glad I decided that almost right was not good enough.

There is an odd satisfaction in solving a minor inconvenience before it turns into irritation. The extension does that. It closes a small gap between intention and execution. It gives a compact screwdriver the reach of something larger without turning the whole kit into a toolbox.

And maybe that is the real reason it stays. It lets me keep the rest of the kit restrained. Instead of carrying a longer driver all the time, I carry the possibility of length. An extra inch that waits quietly until it is called on.

In a culture that sometimes confuses preparedness with accumulation, a titanium bit extension feels like a subtle move in the opposite direction. Not more tools. Just a smarter configuration of the ones you already trust.

It is a small piece of metal. It does not change your life. But it changes the angle of your wrist, the clearance of a tight space, the ease of a simple fix. And in everyday carry, that is usually enough.

The Extra Inch You Did Not Know You Needed

There is something faintly ridiculous about carrying a titanium bit extension in your pocket.

Not a full size screwdriver. Not a multitool with a dozen fold out contraptions. Just a slim tube that does one thing. It makes your driver longer.

And yet, after you carry one for a while, it starts to feel less like an accessory and more like a quiet correction.

I started carrying one after getting annoyed with myself. I had a compact driver in my bag, the kind that disappears into a side pocket and only comes out when a cabinet hinge loosens or a battery compartment refuses to cooperate. It handled most things. But every so often I would run into that small, irritating limitation. A screw set just a little too deep inside a housing. A recessed panel. An awkward angle inside a drawer slide.

Nothing dramatic. Just enough friction to make me mutter under my breath and try to reach it with fingertips that were never going to fit.

The extension solved that. Not in a heroic way. Just by existing.

Titanium, in this context, is almost beside the point. I did not choose it because of strength numbers or weight charts. I chose it because if I was going to carry an object whose only job is to add length, it had to justify its presence. Titanium makes it almost disappear. It does not rust. It does not complain. It does not add enough weight to make you question it when you are already debating the third item in your pocket.

EDC, if it means anything, is about those debates.

The bit extension is not flashy. No one asks about it. It does not get placed on a desk and admired. It stays clipped inside a pouch or tucked next to a driver, looking like a spare part that wandered in by accident. Which might be why I like it.

There is a certain personality type that carries redundant capability. Backup light. Extra pen refill. A second charging cable even though the first one is fine. The extension sits somewhere in that category, except it is more honest. It does not duplicate. It enables.

Without it, the driver works until it does not. With it, the driver works in more places.

That small shift changes how you approach minor problems. You stop thinking in terms of limitations and start assuming access. A loose screw under a desk no longer means dragging the entire desk out or ignoring it for another month. You crouch, attach the extension, and reach.

It is not about being prepared for the apocalypse. It is about not being defeated by furniture.

I have noticed that people who do not carry tools at all find the extension especially confusing. They understand a screwdriver. They understand a full tool kit. But a modular piece that only exists to extend another tool feels excessive to them. It seems like a solution in search of a problem.

I used to agree.

Then I paid attention to how often I avoided small fixes because they were slightly inconvenient. A screw behind a panel in my car. A wobbly handle on a storage bin. The back plate of a thermostat that never quite sat flush. Each time, I had the bit. I had the driver. What I lacked was that extra inch and a half of reach that would have made it simple.

So I would postpone it.

Carrying the extension changed that behavior in a subtle way. When the barrier to action is lower, you act. When you know you can reach it, you try.

There is also something satisfying about the modularity. A compact driver by itself is a compromise. It trades reach for portability. The extension restores that reach without turning the whole setup into a full length tool that no longer fits in a small pouch. It is restraint layered on restraint.

I have swapped out other items over time. Knives come and go. Flashlights rotate depending on mood or season. Even notebooks change size depending on how ambitious I feel. The titanium extension has stayed.

Not because it gets used every day. It does not. Some weeks it sits untouched. But when it is needed, it is the only thing that will do. And when you use it, you remember why it earned its space.

There is a particular feeling when you slide it onto the driver and hear the quiet click of magnets lining up. The tool becomes something else. Longer, slightly more serious. You reach into a narrow cavity and the bit seats perfectly in the screw head. No scraping knuckles. No awkward angling. Just clean engagement.

Then it goes back into the pouch and returns to anonymity.

I sometimes question whether titanium is overkill for such a simple piece. Steel would work. Aluminum would probably work. But the titanium extension feels like it belongs in a carefully edited kit. It resists wear in a way that matches the mindset of someone who does not want to replace things often. It develops a soft patina instead of flaking or staining. It ages quietly.

That matters more than I expected.

EDC culture can drift into extremes. People chase smaller and smaller tools, lighter materials, more exotic alloys. The bit extension is almost a parody of that impulse. A premium material applied to a minimalist tube.

But in practice, it keeps me honest.

It reminds me that capability does not have to be bulky. That you can solve a problem by adding just enough, not by escalating to something larger. It also reminds me that most of the problems worth solving in daily life are small. They fit inside cabinets and under desks. They do not require drama.

There is a humility to carrying something so specific. You are not preparing for chaos. You are preparing for loose screws.

And maybe that is the point.

A titanium bit extension is not impressive. It is not even particularly interesting. It is an acknowledgment that life contains narrow spaces. That sometimes the difference between ignoring a problem and fixing it is a small, deliberate choice you made earlier when you packed your bag.

An extra inch you did not know you needed, until you did.

After a while, you stop thinking of it as extra at all.