This morning I was running around the house almost frantically looking for my watch. I knew I’d had it at the gym but it wasn’t on the bathroom counter where it should be.
I checked everywhere: my wrist (in case I’d put it on), the bathroom (I’d put my glasses back on but why didn’t I put on my watch?), the kitchen (even under the bananas!), the living room (twice), jackets I haven’t worn in a while.
I even pulled up the sleeve of my right wrist to show Emily that it wasn’t there.
I’m now at work. I just started to check today’s date by looking at my watch.
As I saw the date on my watch, I realized I where my watch in my left wrist. Always have. And it’s been there all along.