Okay, but you grew used to the relaxation which came with watchlessness. The restoration of your timepiece causes you to get really REALLY tense.

In fact, you become obsessed with punctuality and end up committed to a state mental facilty where you spend your days curled into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, staring at the wall clock (they took your watch away when you were admitted) and chanting "imlateimlateimlateimlateimlateimlateiml ateimlateimlateimlateimlateimlateimlatei mlateimlateimlateimlateimlateimlateimlat e"

It kind of freaks out the orderlies.

Fine. I wish it wouldn't be windy.