When L. and I first met each other, we were amazed at all we could pack into a regular-sized weekend. Of course, the saying is "time flies when you're having fun," but we were having tons of fun and time was still stretching for us. We would cook a nice meal on a Friday evening, maybe watch a movie, get together on Saturday for a trip to the beach for a walk, go to the symphony, meet friends on Sunday for breakfast, spend the day doing whatever we chose. By Saturday evening, we often were amazed that we still had one full day of weekend left.
Now, I have to say, we still have fun, but time really is flying by. We had a lovely and full weekend, but I can't believe it's Monday again already. Where does the time go? And how do we get it to start bending again, so that our weekends of play become longer than our work weeks?
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