I always wear a watch. It’s a habit that comes from years working in retail hellholes (had to make sure I used every second of my break time). As a recreational fisherman, I definitely spend less time checking the clock. That’s the way it should be — angling is the epitome of escapist behavior. But I still can’t entirely dodge the wheels of time.
Out on the water, I ponder inscrutable questions that have no business popping into my head. How long have I spent in this one spot? Should I try to get back for lunch? Will the fiber I had for breakfast kick in before I get there? If I head to the boat launch right now, will I get home in time for an afternoon nap? Shut up, brain; I’m trying to fish!
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