Is it REALLY that long?

Tempus is fidgeting, at a rate of knots. 
I had occasion to venture aloft, for some reason or other today, a practice I usually reserve for bed-time.  As is my wont I tend to get sidetracked; on this sidetrack I found myself looking into seldom opened drawers and thinking.
"Did I stop at a month, or run out of items 'older than me'?"  I can't for the like of me remember but, in one of the aforementioned drawers I found another three items older than me.  This being one of them.