Something kind of sad recently occurred to me. As you might be aware, I like watches. I wear a watch from the moment I wake up (ok, I technically put one on after I shower) to right before I go to sleep. I look at it regularly throughout the day. But, my watch isn’t the most important clock in my life. No, there is a clock that is intimately part of my daily rituals, I just didn’t know it.
Now, I wasn’t looking for what the most important clock in my life was, this discovery was an accident. Like when a wall clock in your apartment dies, you notice it then. It’s annoying, right? Or after daylight savings time, when your microwave is an hour off. But, how long does it take you to change that? Just looking around my apartment right now, my largest wall clock, a Seth Thomas from the late 1800s, isn’t even running. It never is. It can, but it needs some major service, so I keep it more as decor. It really ties the room together.