Today the stove clock read 3:34, but it was actually 6:44. The clock in my room read 4:44 but it was still 6:44. There’s really only one explanation for it, and it’s so obvious I’m sure you’re thinking it, too.

Aliens. Aliens flew over my house about three hours ago and messed up the clocks, just like in The X-Files.

But then Mr. Cloud Ring said that he had seen the NYSEG guy poking around earlier this afternoon, and I had to stop scanning myself for implants because dinner was ready.