August 15th, 2003

Dear Diary. Please remind me to ask my husband to change my watch from Swiss time to US Central. For the first three days or so it was amusing to check what time it was in Switzerland when I glanced at my watch (ah, see! of course I’m hungry right now!), but now I am here enough to want to know what time it is where I’m currently standing. Often knowing the minutes has been enough, but both yesterday and today I was in meetings that lasted over an hour and I had no idea what time it was or when the torment would end. I don’t know why I think knowing the hour and the minute will make these situations more bearable, and it’s possible that the knowledge may not help, but not knowing the time makes me feel like I’m in Sartre’s play “No Exit”. And yes, I know you think a smart girl like myself should be able to change her own watch, and I actually am able to do such a thing, but it is a longstanding tradition for my husband to do it for me, as I tend to do things like accidentally change the date while I’m adjusting the time and trying to wind watches that have batteries because they tick. Thanks much!

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