W is for Watch.
I've worn a watch since I was about 12, always liked knowing what time it was. Rather like having a map, keeping myself oriented to time and space, at least approximately. If I had no say in where I was or how long, at least I could strive to collect data and try to comprehend.
I did think digital watches were a pretty neat idea. Had a very cheap one, easy to read at a glance, in Basic a necessity and requirement. Durable thing on a plastic band that lasted me years, until I left it in the sun one day. Still worked, but reading the half burned out LED numbers was a bit of a puzzle. D and I had identical ones, bought at the PX at the same time, on the way to Gulf War I, which could be made to beep on the hour. So we synchronized watches, and while away from each other on our duties, the hour chime would remind us that the other would be chiming too and we'd think of each other. Together, we'd beep the hour, and giggle.
Aunt Evelyn, being a very independent soul, kept her watch wound (before the era of battery run watches) after she shattered her elbow, by using her teeth. Worked pretty well for a while, until the watch stopped, and she had to have a jeweler take it all apart and clean it to get it working again. Uncle Ernie had given it to her a lifetime before.
Never got how a cell phone could replace a clock on my wrist. Don't need a pocket for a watch, just turn my hand and I can always check the time. Besides, I no longer carry a phone, not for years. (Never really used it enough.) But a good, sturdy watch, with a date, ah, a constant companion. I stick to analogue these days. I've been through a few, I'm hard on 'em.
D tried to discuss something with me this morning, and couldn't figure out why I kept laughing and getting distracted. Well, when both of them are looking at me so intently, the sense of being watched got to me.