As of 8:05am today (your time), the start of my novel Percival Gynt and the Conspiracy of Days is precisely 17,999 years in the future!

Take a look at that cover! You could set your clock by it and only be 180 centuries late for your next appointment. But then if you're alive 180 centuries from now, maybe don't complain to me that you had to wait around awhile for the squash court???