Since we arrived on Kelleys Island, my watch has been sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Mrs. Crappy twice asked me for the time Wednesday; I just smiled and shrugged. I explained: While we are here, time, in the traditional sense, doesn’t matter. We will observe lunchtime, dinnertime, beach or bike time; we will simply know when it’s time for these things to happen.
It seems to be working pretty well so far. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to run — it’s beer time.