The spousette loves her Apple watch, and so, perforce, must I, having been presented with the gift of one yesterday. Truth is, I was rather fond of my “Timex Expedition,” which did almost everything I ever wanted in a personal timepiece—in a dozen years of ownership I have regretted only the necessity of manually adjusting the date upon the transitions between 30- and 31-day months—and few if any of the bells and whistles in the new unit, apart from the ability to speak text messages into it, appear particularly useful. I glanced this morning at the ol’ Timex, still sitting on the kitchen windowsill where, all unsuspecting, I parked it Monday night while I did the dishes, and whispered “Farewell, thou good and faithful servant.”

cordially,