Warning: Entry contains many cliches.When you were younger an hour was forever. I remember one of my many times in "timeout" as a child, sitting in the corner of the laundry room reading and re-reading Moses the Cat , staring at our Crayola clock waiting for the big hand to hit the hour marker. It was excruciating. Now hours and hours pass without notice. Maybe it is because I don't have to sit in … [Read more...]