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My relationship to my husband’s watch journey is not unlike many aspects of our marriage. A recurring scenario: I encourage him to take up an interest that I think we’ll enjoy together—or, in some cases, assume will be to my advantage—only to discover that I have created a new obsession from which he cannot be freed. He lives life at two speeds: zero or 100. Don’t get me wrong. I love this about him. His joie de vivre is infectious to all who know him, but sometimes I feel like…
