Today is 02/02/2020, the same when read forwards and backwards. At just after 2 a.m., it was 02:02:20 on 02/02/2020.
The previous palindrome date in all formats came 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. The next will come in 101 years on 12/12/2121 and after that there will not be another until 03/03/3030.
Good grief.
Nice find Panache!
Am I missing something? What about Dec 2 of next year?
12/02/2021?
nm, answered my own question.
This is a more significant date in China:
China has asked couples to delay weddings from popular ‘lucky’ date of Feb 2
And it works in ‘proper’ unambiguous year-first format, too! 2020-02-02!
Nah, the next one will come tomorrow, and the next day, and the next …
Because it’s Groundhog Day!
I feel a trick was missed with the word “palindrome” not being palindromic. We already have suitably titled conditions such lisp, lallation, rhotacism and dyslexia. At least there’s aibohphobia.
That’s the fear of robot dogs, right? 
It means an irrational fear of palindromes. But I think it was invented humorously and would not be found in the OED.
Missing something in that date-time: 02:02:20.20 02/02/2020
Of course, if you change it to date-first y/m/d, the time changes to after 8 o’clock tonight: 2020/02/02 20:20:02.02
That’s what he means by “all formats”: It works in American, unAmerican, and ‘proper’ formats. And note that Dec 2 of next year doesn’t work for everyone, it only works in American and ‘proper’.
In honor of the thread:
Vegas wedding chapels were pushing today to get married; you’re second anniversary would be 2/2/22. “Two being the ultimate symbolic number representing you and your spouse to be.”
Also respecting the thread topic:
A man, a plan, a canoe, pasta, heros, rajahs, a coloratura, maps, snipe, percale, macaroni, a gag, a banana bag, a tan, a tag, a banana bag again (or a camel), a crepe, pins, Spam, a rut, a Rolo, cash, a jar, sore hats, a peon, a canal – Panama!
Flee to me, remote elf —- Sal a dewan desired;
Now is a Late-Petal era.
We fade: lucid Iris, red Rose of Sharon;
Goldenrod a silly ram ate.
Wan olives teem (ah, Satan lives!);
A star eyes pale Roses.
Revel, big elf on a mayonnaise man —-
A tinsel baton-dragging nice elf too.
Lisp, oh sibyl, dragging Nola along;
Niggardly bishops I loot.
Fleecing niggard notables Nita names,
I annoy a Man of Legible Verse.
So relapse, ye rats,
As evil Natasha meets Evil
On a wet, amaryllis-adorned log.
Norah’s foes’ orders (I ridiculed a few) are late, Pet.
Alas, I wonder! Is Edna wed?
Alas —- flee to me, remote elf.
Reminds me a friend who planned to retire on Feb. second 2002 since it would be the same in every format. For some reason it was delayed till April.