Yes, it is.
I miss my watch. The world is full of clocks, but as a guy who grew up relying on wristwatches to keep me on track, I feel like I’m constantly late. My watch (Dad’s) needs cleaning, which will involve secret procedures, special tape and a waiting game as the watch winds its way to Texas and back. My backups are dead. Their mechanisms shot and not worth fixing (again). The gold pocket watches are pretty neat, but require a jacket to wear, as far as I’m concerned, and even better, a vest and it’s still too warm in Central Virginia to wear one. In fact, the pocket watches are so heavy that they really take a tweed jacket to carry comfortably. Too warm for tweeds obviously.
What I need is an emergency back up watch that is sleek enough to wear with dress clothing — the G-Shock just doesn’t look right — but I’m having an awful time (no pun intended) finding a cheap tank watch, or a decent looking round-faced, gold-rimmed thing that will look good with either a ribbon band or a leather strap. Everything I find has too many buttons, dials and other complications that would mystify me.
Fortunately, tomorrow’s event is semi-formal and one needn’t wear a wrist watch with black-tie. You’re supposed to be having too much fun to worry about the sitter’s bill. So, tomorrow at least, time is on my side.