There are times when it's nice when you don't know where the time's gone. It usually means that you've been enjoying yourself. Sunday afternoon was one of those times. Disappointment comes when the first person stands up and suddenly realizes that it's late and they have to go. You know the party's over then 'cause we all have been pleasantly distracted from regular life and realize that the respite is over. One almost has to shake the dreamy feeling out of the belfry. Better to have dreams than bats, I say.
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