My alarm clock, which I’ve had since freshman orientation something or other at BGSU (where you spend two days on campus during the summer), back in 2000, has finally died.
I woke up mildly late this morning, and when I grabbed for my clock to check the time, I was shocked to see a blank display where my trusty digital numbers once lived.
It’s a small travel clock that has a flip-open plastic piece to reveal the buttons to control the time settings. It doesn’t live on my bed-side table or on a dresser, I stow it under my pillow so the beeping is muffled by my pillow to keep the annoyance level at a minimum. But since it’s under my pillow, which my ear rests on, it is easy to hear.
I think I can replace the battery, but I was too shocked then frantic at getting ready on time to investigate what makes my clock work.
Still, though. Sad day today. I really hope I don’t need a new clock.
