Josh and Becca Thrap and Family

My watch died the other day. It probably just needs a new battery but I’m really bad about buying batteries. They just always slip my mind. I was even at the store yesterday morning and did not get a battery for it. But it’s bothering me to not have a watch on. I keep looking for it. I dislike looking for it and instead seeing the splotchy ring of white where it used to be. Also, I’ve apparently become completely dependent on it to know what the date is. Since for the most part I rely on photographic memory of the image of my appointment calendar and the date on my watch so that I can figure where I’m at on said calendar then without my watch I have no idea where I’m at on the calendar and therefore have no idea what it is I’m required to do with my day, or what kind of day tomorrow is supposed to be. Of course I could always go back and look at the calendar again to figure out where I should be, but for some reason that seems like a ridiculous effort to me. And to have to do that every day?! Ha! So you see, what I’m basically saying here is that I have been suffering internally for the last 4 days while there are a vast number of things that I could easily do to remedy my situation–yet have not. So. I am determined today that I will set forth and get either 1.) a new watch battery or 2.) a new watch. And hope that in the meantime that I will remember that I have an appointment this afternoon with the endodontist and Jacob has soccer practice.