It didn’t hit me until yesterday. Ridiculous, really, since I’m surrounded by calendars on a daily basis. (Three to be exact. Well, four if you count the one in my phone.) Yet, for some reason it wasn’t until 24 hours ago, as I was writing the date on the top of something, that I realized how close we were to the end of 2010. I stared at those numerals (12/29) and felt the panic start to rise. Because I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I’m ready to say usher in 2011 just yet.

I mean, where exactly did the last 360-odd days go? They just flew by. It seems like last month, not 12 months ago, that I was sitting at this same desk writing my standard Year in Review-type stories.

I’m sure that I’m not the only who finds themselves wishing for more time – more hours in the day, days in the week(end), months in the year. Time we could spend with friends and family, doing things we love, smelling the proverbial roses. Sleeping, perhaps. All those things we typically try to shoe-horn in around the drudgery of life. Like work, and school board meetings. And doing laundry.