Two weeks ago, the freaky styley watch I employ for everyday use stopped ticking. That's when I reached for my revolver. Couldn't find that so I went for my backup watch. Lo and behold*, it had stopped ticking. Next up, my good watch. You know this part. I don't care what you say, I believe batteries can be impertinent.
There was a time when I couldn't function without a watch on my wrist. I'd feel naked without it, anxious but not quite twitching. I'd turn around and go back home if I'd forgotten it although this was a rare occurrence.
I've always been a bit pathological about being late so much so that I've been known to show up half an hour early and then have to kill time (even for things like Church when I was still living under one God).
Not having my watch to look at hasn't worried me as it once might have. Am I'm too lazy or cheap to get the batteries replaced? Or is it that I'm getting older and don't want to be reminded that my own clock will wind eventually wind down? Or is it something else?
Time discovers the truth.