Where Do The Hours Go?

I know all of us get to Friday night, thinking "hurrah," - the weekend. And then you blink your eyes, and it is Sunday night.  I mean, an hour still has 60 minutes, doesn't it?  Why does it all seem to go by so quickly --- especially Saturday and Sunday?

Take today, for example: Slept in till 8:30...put the coffee on, read the paper till 10:15 - news, open houses, real estate ads.  My husband and I were invited for a brunch at a Client's new home (not enough of those, right?) - due there at 11:00 AM.  That was supposed to go until 12:30ish...but we starting talking about all kinds of things, found a lot of common ground to discuss...so we didn't leave there till closer to 2:00 PM.  There was an Open House across the street, so we had to check that out. 

Around 2:30 we left, but needed to stop by B&N - I had a review of a book I wanted and a Gift Certificate to get it....a beautiful Sunday in late November at Barrack's Road Shopping Center --- hardly a parking space to be found.  So that ended up going to 3:30 - when our 15 year old called from home begging for a Subway sandwich.  We finally pulled in our driveway at 4:00PM.

Then my friend called and we met for a quick walk at 4:30 - at her house, and I hung out there chatting til 6:30.  Got home, again, and finally dug into email and my plans for the upcoming (short, Thanksgiving) week - we leave Wednesday, as I mentioned in yesterday's entry.

And now, I am doing this!!!  Yep, time does fly!  Yikes.