My Writing Time
I have a small clock on my desk. Its battery ran out and the hands are stuck at 10:44 (A.M., I think). I’ve been meaning to change the batteries for a while, but I don’t.
It is quintessential for me to know what time it is. I feel handicapped without knowing the time.
I start my day writing in the morning, sitting at my desk with my cup of tea. And even then, I must know the time, otherwise, I’ll go on…