Over the past year or so, the lack of wearing of watches amongst my London geek contemporaries has been frequently commented on. I'm sorry to break ranks, but I'm back to wearing a watch again. It is partly needing to be prompt for things, but the main desire was to be able to track time when Lucy was close to her due date. Also a phone in your pocket is just not enough as my main time piece, the awkwardness of getting a phone out of a jeans pocket made me check the time less often.
Relying on my powerbook to tell me the time is great when I'm in my office or sat using it at home, but I've spent a lot of the last few months away from my computer. Firstly doing lots of DIY, where the task was actually more important than the time. Then looking after Oscar when time sort of is irrelevant, but also a way of remaining sane.
So now I'm back with a watch on my wrist and it feels good, you should try it.
funny, I had no idea that this was a trend, but I have recently realized that I, the former watch-maven, funky watch-a-holic, haven't worn a watch since I don't know when. And I should. Relying on cell service to tell you the time is one step too far over the line into techno-dependency than I care to take. now just need to decide whether to treat myself to a new one in celebration, or apologize to the old ones with new batteries...