I'm up early today. Great sunrise.

I was lying in bed this morning thinking about how quickly time seems to pass as I get older. That's one of the things I wish had not changed since I was young, my concept of time. It seems that when I was a kid, the summer would stretch out forever, it felt like eons of freedom and fun. Today, I realized that we are already nearing the end of the first week of August, yet I hardly feel like summer has begun. It's just too quick. I suppose as adults, the summertime becomes less special and does not represent that lovely break from responsibility that it used to.

On a lighter note, why do cats always have to wave their asses in your face? I love my cat, but sometimes he's just asking for a good pencil poke.