Hobbes is almost back to right, though taking full advantage of any sympathy and comfort offered. It's early morning and he's flaked out in his usual place...
...as I type this and drink my first cup.
Early fall days and little two-seat cars really are meant to be. The engines do like gulping their air at 60 degrees (in the King's measure) rather than at 90. Have to be mindful of the trucks coming out of the orchards laden with apples, of course. Whilst the rainy days are painful, the sunny ones are just glorious.
I'm a big fan of clocks and watches. I just bought a lovely old Waltham railroad watch the other day. It dates to before the Great War, a suitably heavy handsome thing in a swing-out case, a style popular at the time.
I love railroad watches, for they were by necessity of the highest quality. The mechanisms are lovely to look at and to hear, just works of art. It doesn't end with the art, though. They had to meet very stringent requirements as to accuracy, so much of what we know of thermal compensation of mechanisms, properties of various metals, geometric compensation of the mechanism such that these run at a constant rate whether at the top or bottom of their wind, all that sort of thing comes into play with these specialised timepieces.
We think we're so advanced with our iPhones and such. Ha!