You feel the full weight of time without being able to see where it went. That’s the hard part. You’re not carefree about losing track, you’re stressed about it, and the stress doesn’t help you find the missing hours, it just rides along. You said five more minutes. You meant it. You believed it. You were wrong, the way you are every time, and the worst part is you watched it happen.

This is who Ready Time is for. Not because something’s broken, but because “five more minutes” deserves a clock it can’t argue with. A countdown you can see, standing quietly between you and the next thing you’re about to lose track of.