In the last couple days I’ve pissed off a few good friends, burned up some brownie points at work, raised some hell at home, and to top it off, tonight, thought I’d lost the closest thing I own to a piece of jewelry, my Wenger Chronograph:

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I even ranted here about it, a full on rant too, because I had a good head of steam. Man, I was pissed. And then I clicked on “new entry” instead of “upload file” and lost twenty minutes of full-tilt boogie bitching.

You see, I’ve never been able to wear a watch. It’s always eluded me. I manage to destroy them, break the crystal, one thing or another. It’s a big pain. These wenger watches are the only things to be able to deal with the crap I put them through. I had one before this, almost identical, but lost it because I took it off to keep it from getting damaged while I was working on my trailer. This one, I determined, I was going to keep. And I lost it. And I was incredibly anal-retentive about keeping tabs on it, too, but this time I just seemed to lose my mind.

One way or another, the wife found it on our dining table under a pile of other books. it’s back on my wrist now. It’s good to have things back to normal. Well, as normal as they get here.