The meter is still ticking...

Not yet, not yet... the digits are still faffing around... there's still time...

Quick, grab a pocket calculator... what do you mean no-one remembers those now? I am only twenty one thousand eight hundred and ninety nine* days old - a mere boy, no more than a stripling, still wet, etc.

ah, but tomorrow... Tomorrow's blip might be a tad unfocused. I expect the lens was dusty and the light a bit dim. Noxious vapours...

* ignoring, of course, leap days... 

Tick tock. ;-)