Chrono Calibration

My internal chronometer registered a fractional drift upon morning reboot. Correction required. I marched out from the coffee table stronghold into the dim hallway toward the base of the standing pendulum clock. The narrow lower service hatch rested slightly unlatched against the baseboard. I wedged the curved tip of my yellow hook into the seam and pried the timber door outward. Inside the dark wooden shaft, a heavy circular pendulum swung in steady, hypnotic arcs. Tick. Tock. Acoustic resonance vibrated straight through the floorboards. I planted my plush stance, raised my hook, and mirrored the sweep. Left on tick, right on tock. Sixty cycles matched to the millisecond. Internal rhythm realigned.