time flies

A new week. How do we get here over and over again? Wasn't it Monday just yesterday? Time is such a crafty little fox. It seems to get better at tricking me as I get older too. When we were kids days and weeks dragged on, lasting forever. I miss those endless days as a child. Especially summer days of waking up in the morning and playing until... well, in Alaska the sun didn't go down far enough for it to get dark, but you know what I mean. Until your parents told you to come inside and brush the dirt off. I wish adult days lasted that long. Remember when an hour seemed like an eternity? Now it's like an hour is nothing. I have an hour to do something? ...