Lee has been, let's say, just a wee bit obsessed with time the last few months. This seems to correspond with some anxiety related to being late.
We decided to buy her a Timex digital watch for her birthday. I thought that at least she would stop asking me what time it was every few minutes. Well, that part of it worked. Only she then proceeded to report the time and duration of every inconsequential event throughout the day. About halfway through her birthday I said "I'm not sure this watch was a good idea, Lee. You're driving me crazy!"
Generally, though, it seems comforting to her. She wears it constantly, and I'm happy to have her around because it's almost as good as wearing a watch myself (since I rarely keep to my vow of carrying my new iPhone with me at all times).
I was joking with Clive (whose mother Pamela, suffering from dementia, is obsessed with time) that we could just put her and Lee in a room together and they'd be perfectly content. Pamela could ask Lee every two minutes all day long what time it is, and Lee could tell her to the nearest second.
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