In Las Vegas, I bought a watch. When it’s near my ear, I can hear it ticking. It reminds me of the wind-up alarm clock my parents bought to comfort the dachshund puppy we brought home when I was six. We put the puppy in a box with a blanket and the clock, which was supposed to sound like her mother’s heartbeat. She cried all night. The next day, we went back to the breeder and brought home one of her brothers to keep her company. Then, two puppies cried all night. The loud tick-tick-tick of the alarm clock did nothing to comfort them.
But as I listen to my new watch tick-tick-tick, I do find it comforting. The steady, certain sound has a calming effect that I need for when I head back to work after a long and somewhat surreal vacation.
Grateful for: something new.