Time marches on

Busy day pouring rain with some sun breaks but only when I was inside. So a picture of my trusty watch. It has been with me since 1982. Survived my years in NYC when I was constantly breaking the crystal trying to hold open an elevator door. There was a wonderful watch repair shop named Time. It had a big clock face above the door. The proprietor found my constant returning to have the crystal replaced very amusing. We had great short conversations