It seems only minutes pass between the time I'm reading your good morning posts and the time I'm reading your good night posts. When I was a child, my mom used to drop me off at a friend's house now and then and said she would be back in an hour to pick me up when she finished running errands. I thought how great it was going to be to spend A WHOLE HOUR at my friend's house. An hour now (to me) seems like about 10 minutes.