When the husband and I moved to North Florida to raise greyhounds, I quit a time clock-punching job that involved precision timing in the exposures of various materials to light. I had gotten so that I could count down a thirty second, or a two minute, exposure accurately, without the darkroom timer. The hour and the minute and the second hands
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That was a huge thing. Just not knowing what time it was. Of course I still had my car clock to check for when to pick up the kids or whatever. But it took a load off me.
Ronnie, last year, went through the same thing... and to take off the pressure and get him to stop checking his watch every five seconds, I took it off of him.
Now he's always late! And stressing about other stuff... but at least not stressing so much about how long something takes.
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Have you noticed that while watch deficient, the folks you ask for time aren't wearing one either? Uhhhh...one hair past a freckle. That'll get you there!
SO glad to see you! She lives!
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