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I had worn through the crocodile epidermis (ok, put that way it's kind of nasty) on my older JLC, a Master Chronograph that always astonishes watchmakers when they see it, much like the last of the Interceptor V-8s.

This is kind of odd, because it's one of the mechaquartz models. Quartz being, in this age of neo-retro-horology, like going commando at your wedding, and not being in a kilt while doing so. I like to remind the pain-in-the-butt purists that Patek makes a huge number of quartz watches -- but then, those who know, know, and those who don't know, we don't care to know, because who are those people anyway?

So, it's been a little while. I've finally moved back to SF, gotten settled. Apart from my car and all of my belongings not being here yet, everything's A-OK.

Being so close to downtown SF and Union Square, Kat and I wandered out today to do a little shopping. She had some things she needed, and I tagged along. My reward was a watch upgrade.

Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay.

I've been going through the biennial watch deliberation for the past few months, trying to decide on the timepiece that defines me as a person.

My current daily watch is a JLC Master Chronograph. I bought it as a compromise -- I wanted a chronograph that wasn't 15mm thick and didn't weigh very much, but I still wanted a beautifully made watch.