That brown snakey thing next to my clock radio is my watchband. I put my watch there on June 17th,when I returned home from my last teacher work day. I didn't strap it on again until 6:49 AM today. 80 days with no watch. 80 days of summer.
For the first few days, I glanced at my wrist over and over, looking for the time. And then I stopped. No need. In summer, I have the time to walk across the yard, up the stairs, into the house, and check the clock. Or to climb into my kayak and say, "I'll be back sometime around 10."