For the last month or so I have been flying blind. My watch died.
At first, it was horrible. I never quite knew what time it was and had to rely on others to help me out. This meant lots of extra time spent on the playground because I meant to live before 6 and time slipped away. I know, extra time on the playground sounds awful doesn't it?
I kept meaning to get the battery replaced, but I never seemed to have the watch on me when I was alone and passing a jewelry store.
Yesterday I finally remembered. And, after taking some time to track down my watch which was misplaced in the house, I lumbered over to a local jeweler. $25 later I have not just one working watch, but TWO working watches.
If the last few weeks have taught me anything, it is that I should take a note from AK and chill out.