I’ve had this clock for years. It came from The Agent Workshop when that company closed its doors. I don’t remember why Q &/or M gave it to me, but they did and I put it up on the wall in my bathroom where it’s been ever since. Sometime last year, the battery ran out and I didn’t care to replace it, so the clock has been stuck ever since.
It’s been years since I stopped wearing a watch. Trying to remember when I realized I didn’t want to wear one anymore and, honestly, I can’t. I think it was around the time when the first PDA phones became popular. Or maybe just when I first became attached to a cell phone. Either way, the phone had the time on it and I didn’t really need a watch any more, so I stopped wearing one. Some people I’ve met since think this is just crazy. My old boss was one of them. To him, a watch was a status symbol. He always had the very expensive gold version on his wrist.
Couple days ago, I put a battery in the clock and set the time. The urge to do so hit me and I followed through with it. I don’t know why. Felt right.
This doesn’t mean I’m going to start wearing a watch again. I think I am well past (or over) that.