My Whatever clock didn't make it.
It didn't work. Perhaps the battery? Alas, no. All the energizer bunnies in the world can't bring this one back. Sic transit and all that.
I've looked up replacement clocks but none, as yet that I've discovered, have the nice wood trim. I did find some wonderful "melting time" clocks — my fondness for Dalí almost won out.
I've also looked into replacement movements. They're quite inexpensive. A good thing that. Given my abilities as a handyman, I might need to buy several.
It's not as if there's a dearth of clocks around (even discounting the ones on the several phones and other computing devices decorating the place.)
I suppose it was a good idea to get out of California — all these glass and china clocks. In earthquake country.
What were we thinking?
Well, I suppose this last one would have survived an earthquake. At least it wouldn't shatter.