Last Thursday I had the sneaking suspicion that my clock at work was broken. Why did I think that?

Because everyone knows that the twenty-seventh of Smarch fell on a Tuesday this year.

Like I’d really be at work on a Sunday instead of sleeping in my warm bed.

This is not a Photoshop, nor was it a fluke – I took another picture the following morning.

Also, my office is freezing first thing in the morning.
:pauses for laughter from the Northern folks:

Tuesday when I got back to work the clock had reset itself back to the right date, I had been hoping it would continue on the the fourteenth month but it was not to be.