No one was huddled outside my window hoping I’d draw near to shout aloud words of precious wisdom about watches, but here we are, anyway.
My kids would like to gleefully point out that 1) I’m not an horologist and thus lack said wisdom about watches or any variety of topics, precious or not; and, 2) we haven’t opened the windows since last year, so who knows what crowbar or jaws of life we’ll need to pry ’em free. At the moment, nuttin’ is getting out. Also, my kids are terrible.
“Plus,” they continued, “you’re neither a doctor nor a duck.”
They paused.
“Well, if you squint your eyes, there are suspicious duck qualities, but definitely nothing screams doctor. Not believable at all.”
Monsters.
