Monday, 17 October 2011

#92: Clock Watcher

The clock on my dressing table, the one that governed my life for the last 20 years, has stopped.

I think this happened about 2 weeks ago.  I'm not sure.  I doesn't seem to matter that much now since I no longer have to leave the house at 8:47 on the dot.

I think the clock has figured out that I am retired.

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